A couple of quiet ones to start the Autumn Campaign gave us an opportunity to start dusting off some oldies and get some new ones ready for action. And of course play silly buggers as usual!
First up was Sandford, and a fundraiser - the good cause in question was to send three young ladies to care for some ginger apes. Sadly, Bernie and Ben's Christmases hadn't come early - it was something to do with Orangutans. We were unsurprisingly hazy on the details, but we've been promised a photo of adventurous lady youths wrestling primates while wearing Thorvertones badges in the Sumatran jungle. It's a special interest thing, but we're not ashamed of our peccadillos.
The gig was a right lark, under-attended due to internecine village sabotage. But a right lark nonetheless!
Second up was a trip to Yeovil Labour Club. That's right - our chance to put the PARTY back into Labour. Yeovil is one of the safest Lib Dem seats in the country. The right honourable David Laws MP has majority of more than 13,000, so we knew we re up against it. Bernie's previous life as a redcoat and would surely give us the skills to triumph, though, and his rousing tales of the working men's clubs of the North filling us with equal parts trepidation and boyish excitement.
And the Yeovil Socialist Workers really did their thing. In the kind of tidal wave of left wing support that will surely see this shambles of a Government burned at the stake in Parliament Square and usher in a new future of communal farming and gulag-style work camps for Bankers, capitalists and Tory voters, every single labour voter in Yeovil turned out to support us. That's right. 100%. All twelve of them.
But whatever the event, we attack it like it's Wembley and party like it's 1899. Even with such a select audience, there was dancing and merriment, joy and laughter, and not always restricted to the stage. The smoke machine went into overdrive and pogoing was the order of the day. Markie's fingers were a blur and Turners Tubthumping reached Bonham-esque levels of lairiness. Bunting, newly nicotine-free had more energy than a horny jackrabbit and Bernie, ever the professional, was always two songs ahead.
In years to come, all 13,012 members of the nascent people's republic of Yeovilgrad will honour the bronze statues erected in our honour, and whisper 'I was there'...
- Posted from a wireless telegraph
It's customary for us to go quiet over the summer, but this year we have eschewed the annual Tones Boot Camp for some choice events. Read on...
We brought on a brief spell of actual sunshine when we visited the Twyford at the back end of July. Unbelievably, even we cannot beat the lure of the great back garden on the first hot day of summer, and the pull of the griddle kept things relatively sedate for the first half. No bad thing as it was Bunting's first time back in the bass saddle since the surgery on his hand to treat second degree Onanist's claw. He'll never learn.
Come sundown though, Normal service was resumed (well, normal for Tiverton), the Twyford filled up and we stepped up a gear to the point where Bernie's guitar packed up due to excessive perspiration penetration. All we needed was a quick change, and we cantered home to end the evening with singing, dancing and falling over.
And speaking of cantering (smooth eh?), next stop was the Racehorse. We do love to play the racehorse - drinking from the river Tone as all Tauntonians do means we practically run in their veins.
A stormer. An impromptu resurrection of Galway Girl in honour of Mary the Landlady's Celtic roots brought the house down (play 'Where's Mary' in the picture below), and also brought us a booking for New Year's Eve! You heard it here first - it's ticket only so get yours while they're hot!
Next up was a trip onto the Moor, to help the good folk of Moretonhampstead discover their inner Brazilian. That's right - Carnival time!
With support from the rather marvellous Gidley's Turn, we were later on than we hoped and had to truncate the three hour epic set we had planned. But no matter! Bernie may have had one eye on stumbling errant family members but both eyes on the job, Markie the rock he always is and Turner pounding away like a Traction Engine at the Dorset Steam Fair, we were on form.
And through the wonders of the magic lantern, moving images were captured for posterity. Click around here to have a taste or, for the masses of Moreton, take a trip down memory lane.
Although the event may have marked the end of the summer for many, being the house band for Jim & Jo's Wedding also marked the start of our autumn campaign so there was excitement all round. Especially when we spied the free Y'ammer.
The venue was West Town Farm, the vibe so rurally idyllic we kept expecting Hugh F-W to turn up with a dead pig over his shoulder.
A rare thing, the lovely guests still had the energy to dance all night, with the happy couple a vision of radiance in Hunter wellies. sweet.
So, as Jim and Jo sail off into the sunset on a sustainable mackerel boat, it's just the beginning for us. All over again. Autumn 2012, we're coming to break your back doors in!
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Tone Army. We love you!
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- posted from a wireless telegraph
