Call that a bank holiday?

Cos we ruddy don't!

It's been a busy couple of weeks over at Tones Central, and not always for the right reasons...

Starting on a high note, as Marky is wont to, we helped raise funds for the Ottery Scout Hut in a characteristically chaotic manner by playing the devils music at ear splitting volume at The Instititute whilst dressed in our bestest scouts uniforms (pictured), and encouraging a host of most un-scoutsmanlike behaviour amongst the natives.






Good work Ottery - here's some bad footage of us in action playing yet another inappropriate number. We want to come back. We promise not to dress as small boys next time. Except Harry. He can't help it.

Where next? Why, the Twyford! What's that I hear you cry? Closed for business? Mais non, mon cher - they're properly ouvert and wanted us back to do what we do! And we did. And it was all going so well - here's a video to prove it.






What we weren't counting on was the pint of water, oh so precarious, on the shelf above the mixing desk, teetering and vibrating with every Bunting rumble, edging ever forward until... Oh my! Cue sizzling electrical goods, loss of all power, embarrassing early finish, and retreat with tail between legs. People of Tiverton, we have not been more contrite, and promise not to do it again. We can't afford to. In five years we've never had to leave early. We'll be back.






So on to Sunday, and a chance to play at the best one day festival in mid Devon in Mid May. The sap was rising, and it was looking like actual Spring. We had a lovely time. Great crowd, great organisers, lovely stage and sound (and fortunately for us, someone else's PA...). Couldn't have wanted more - except maybe more time.

We're a tantric band, more accustomed to a three hour odyssey of a set - a journey, a slow build, an orgasmic crescendo. You know the sort of thing. Only having a half hour felt more like a quick knee trembler behind the bike sheds. But you can't beat the odd quickie, and we had a whale of a time. Thanks for having us, Bow. we'd like some more, please! More video ahoy!

And alls well that ends well. After five days in the airing cupboard, the desk has dried out and lives to fight another day. To the Tone Cave people!

Love you byeeeeee! X

PS - here's one for the ladies.




- Posted from a wireless telegraph