Beware of Modwardians bearing gifts....

You know us now.  We're gents, we're generous, we genuinely love you.  At every gig, we always always try to give at least a few of you something to remember us by.  But what with modern antibiotics and morality we've resorted to handing out collectable pin badges as tokens of our love instead.  Hey ho.  Modern times.  If you ask us, things have been going steadily downhill ever since that tyke Brunel stole our look.

But for those of you who like to keep their badge collection complete, we've just added another four exclusive designs to the 17 that are already out there.  There are only 50 of each getting made up, by our amazing and accomodating compadres at http://www.badgesforbands.com/. Those guys are great.  We love them.  They go the extra half mile.  If they were a band, they'd be us. 

If you want one of these frankly sexy badges, track us down over the next few gigs.  We'll be revealing what we anticipate one of our most in demand designs to date at the Single Launch party in the village on the 19th - it's an immortalisation in tin of Titillating Tess in a frankly stimulating Stovepipe / Satin Gaga combo.  We'll leave the rest to your fertile imaginations.  

And let's not be coy.  We hand them out in exchange for loyalty, raucous dancing and lewd behaviour - even better, all three.

See you down the front!

Love you byeeeee!

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This just isn't Cricket...

Halloween, a time for witches, ghouls and the raising of the dead.  Which would normally be bad news for four blokes dressed as undertakers.  But not us - hell no.  We love to help with a good party, and if it means we can help the good people of Bradninch release their inner Goth temptress, or get in touch with their hidden Ghoulies, then all the better.

That's right, it's our second time around at what is looking to become an annual Throvertones Event as we provide a 'musical' backdrop to some rather sexy shenanigans in Bradninch Cricket Club.

We do love a bit of a 'do, and got dressed up yet further to help get the party moving.  The fruity Bradninch Coven were out in force, but sadly not in the mood to allow us to get ceremonial with them on this occasion.  Poor Turner, he drew the short straw instead at half time (pictured).

We had a lot of fun, made some new friends, realised a musical Devon Cream Tea with an 'I Feel Free' / 'Start' combo (we'll let you work it out) and quite possibly have a very full year of Bradninching ahead of us!

Bradninch, thanks for having us, we'd like to have you all over again.  And again. Where do we sign up for the coven?

Love you all and see you soon, you beautiful freaks!

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Tivvy Tivvy Tivvy! Oi Oi Oi!

If this one has been a little while coming, it's because we're starting to run out of superlatives to describe our trips to the Twyford.  We're starting to get an idea of the place now though - we turn up, it's empty.  We start playing, it's filling up.  We finish the first set, the feet of the good folk of Tiverton are starting to tap.  Then the second set and all hell breaks loose, there is dancing there is joy there are a lot of great looking people shaking their Tivvy Tushes and throwing themselves at each other and us!  

We played a great couple of sets, and for every effort we made, the amazing folk of Tiverton came right back at us with good vibes and encouragement.  Even the arrival of her majesties finest at half time couldn't unsettle us.  Like Pavlov's Dogs we went scuttling for cover when the blue lights came on, but they weren't after us for imagined misdemeanors past, or our blatant flaunting of the Twyford's 'No Hats, No Edwardians' policy, but the man with the creative approach to Broom-Jitsu during Eton Rifles.

But for now, that's us done in Tiverton for 2011 but we'll be sorting dates for 2012 soon enough!  We'll see you then!  It's been emotional!

We love you, you Tivertonian Troubadours.

Byeee!

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