Everybody say 'Yeo'

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