From where we stand now, the weeks and months since New Year's triumph are a little hazy.
We had to bid a sad farewell to the Twyford in January. Global Economic Meltdown has finally reached Tiverton, and nailed down the coffin lid of one of our favourite venues. We're a little light on the details, but I'm sure it was marvellous and I put our mental blank down to the aftermath of New Years Eve. Mark's hangover of New Years week was such that even his teeth were visibly throbbing, so anything is possible.
February? Bow. As in Selecta. Always nice to play on a big stage - and now the citizens of the people's republic of Bow know what to expect at the Heart of Devon festival in May, they have plenty of time to make alternative arrangements. There may have been another gig in February. Again, answers on a postcard.
There has definitely been a trip back to the Pinhoe and Whipton Labour Club. Although largely apolitical, I can't see us accepting a similar invitation from Cameron's cronies, but we would make for a great soundtrack to a Billingdon Club style riot - especially now the Onanism Suite is coming together.
We've played a wedding. Notable for its wonderful lady bride, sweet shop, bonhomie, and the unwelcome reappearance of the 'Bolham Revealer' (pictured) an excommunicated 'Fifth Tone', who's amphibious exhibitionism got us in hot water with the WI on more than one occasion before we spurned him. We're stronger without his free jazz trombone.
We've been to Tiverton again, but breaking new ground at the Hare and Hounds. Our sound was strange, but apparently welcome. Whether we'll be back we don't know - the 'business for sale' sign doesn't bode well, especially after the Twyford closed down. The Lengths some landlords will go to to be rid of us know no bounds.
Next stop the Bowling Green - and a return to coherence. Maybe.
Love you!
Byeeeeee
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- posted from a wireless telegraph
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