It might have all seemed a little quiet of late - but the ringing in our ears suggests otherwise. Thats right, we've been singing and dancing for the man at private bookings - and due to extensive privacy agreements being in place we haven't been able to share with you. But, frankly, bugger that. Edited highlights of the last few weeks:
First up, Tom's nuptials at Zeal Monochorum. This was the one where we learnt an Elvis tune and almost forgot to play it, only to remember it at the last minute and find a whole new way to end a gig on an arse-grabbing high. Tom proved himself to have some of the buggingest moves seen in a groom in our career so far. And it turns out that even chemically enhanced Bassheads love the Thorvertones.
Next up was Sidmouth. This is the one where we found out that sensible family cars were a lot less sensible in the 1960s. We played a storming do to a crowd who never fail to get what we do! More please, Sidmouth.
Finally, to the Berry Bridge Bank Holiday Birthday Bash. That was the one where we all smoked and drank heavily. Its rare to be playing within walking distance of our beds, and these opportunities need to be taken. A right lark, we defied the weather forecast in a testament to the power of collective positive thinking. Both barrels of Yellow Hammer were emptied, our bladders were the source of impromptu breaks. Every song had a frisson of confusion about it and our ever expanding set filled what developed into a perfect summers evening with what can only be described as The Thorvertones. Incidentally,we learnt the Smiths and nearly managed to play it.
So, rest assured we've been keeping ourselves limber while we while away the weeks to our next public engagement. And when we do finally get out again, the upshot of our millinery reflections, stage dressing developments and more will be revealed, at a beer festival near you!
See you in Ashill - we can't wait!
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