Thorvertones calling!

We played the Bowling Green for the first time in what felt like an age - and like a sailor on shore leave, all that pent up desire for the best looking bar staff in Exeter was diverted into spurting pub rock art all over the joint. The presence of Bunting's former bandmate and Peryls sticksman inspired the first successful 'My Generation' bass bit in over two years, and the presence of some of Exeters sexiest faces inspired the cracking time that was had by all. The equipment worked! Nothing broke! The curse of the Bowling Green is no more! Sadly, and unusually in the modern era, no photos survive. So here's an only lightly soiled picture of the lady we give all our pocket money to for services too despicable to go into here. Enjoy. We do.






As for the party in Taunton we just played? It's not the done thing to blog about private bookings, but the fact that our flow was interrupted by ebullient partygoers crashing onto the stage scattering microphones and effects pedals asunder not once but twice, and five separate encores were demanded despite the three hour set is a measure of the carnival atmosphere. The final four songs summarise neatly why we love playing Taunton so much: Purple Rain > The Hokey Cokey > Love Machine > My Generation. Even substituting the line 'Why don't you all f**k off home" into the latter at 12:15 failed to put a dampner on things. Superb.

With the news that the Twyford is back up and running, we would appear to be on a roll.

Next stop Ottery. We're off to get measured up for our Cub Scout uniforms. You heard it here first.

Love you byeeeeee!

- posted from a wireless telegraph