Hop on baby - we're riding bareback!

Our last trip to the Racehorse in Taunton was a blast, and we set out to enjoy this one too. There's a certain je ne sais quoi about the folk of Somerset. They're not just wise, good looking, erudite and witty. Hang on - I just sais quoi'd it - they're effing mental and drink like fish. Thats why we love them!

The crowd were up for it from the word go, just as we'd hoped. Despite the hint of bacchanalian energies, only one person made it onto the stage unintentionally, and that was between sets. That's not to say that some startling moves weren't being made. The famous Racehorse dance floor was the stage for some fearsome yet statesmanlike jiving, with one new recruit to the Tone Army truly channelling the nuanced spirit of jazz and did so, entranced, for a good ten minutes up on stage, and entirely from inside Marks personal space.

There were new tunes, new badges, new levels of virtuosity and new depths of amateurishness - so standard Tones Territory all round.

We don't know what we did right, but it was certainly working it's magic. Maybe it's because the whole town drinks from the River Tone, but they seem to like us, and we love them right back, again and again, in hats! We'll be back, so spread the word. And remember, don't just drink from the River Tone - dive in!

See you next week at the Castle. Love ya! X

Is that a Wand in your Pocket?

We don't like to go into too much detail about our private bookings, but we couldn't let this one go... Birthday parties with a St Trinians meets Hogwarts theme don't come along every day. Indeed ever. But they do give a marvellous excuse for some simmering sexual tension and cross dressing and inappropriate wand waving, which suits us just fine.

Our Naughty Schoolboy outfits did the trick, inspiring our newest best friend to use Bernie as a pole. Thats pole as in pole dancing, not plumbing. Special mention though must go to the unforgettable girl with the pigtails, whose stageside grand reveal put some pep in our performance just when we needed it most. We love you all. But we love your knickers more. See you in Taunton on the 19th, you lovelies! XXX

Seven Stars, Winkleigh

A new year, a new dawn, and we wanted to start as we mean to go on - in Winkleigh! We love the Seven Stars. It's cosmic connotations always bring out the best in us, and this trip had us rather excited. All seven must have aligned for us, cos this one was a belter!

Turner conquered both his existential crisis and unpredictable stool and actually levitated during Radar Love. Ben's shapes explored new geometries. Mark's guitar was godlike, and Bernie sang like a big hairy angel, his voice actually achieving frequencies only audible to the local wildlife during Mamma Mia. The real stars though were the crowd - great dancers, singers and raconteurs one and all.

We're booked in for 2012, so get some rest you fantastic folk of Winkleigh. We'll see you soon!