Saturday's Gig

Ah, the archetypal English Summer evening: the East Meon Sixes drawing to a noisy close, the beer tent beginning to do lively business, the tent with the big TV all primed for the big game..... and in the music tent, two bands are simultaneously trying to set up for the evening show. You never saw such an outbreak of politeness as Old Gits and Unusual Suspects tip-toed round each other, sharing amps and borrowing cables. The Old Gits drew the line at cordless microphones and in-ear monitors, though. New-fangled nonsense.

We finally got going fairly late, just in time for the association football to start (I'm told England valiantly managed a draw with the mighty USA). Our audience was....sparse, you could say. Sparse but enthusiastic. We had a lovely time, though. A huge thanks to the Gorgeous Groupies who made just enough noise for us to do our encore. We'd have looked a bit silly saying "What's that? You want more?" to a wall of silence.

We won't know ourselves if we ever end up playing to a heaving mass of several hundred people!

Here's a lovely picture of a balloon.

Monday's rehearsal

Another quiet rehearsal. No really, it was. Matt was away, John was in Yorkshire, Dan arrived late, left shortly after that, and then arrived again. Don't ask why.

Heavy rain on the shed roof (good title for an album?) was greeted with cheers by the assorted agriculture-based band members.

We tweaked a few numbers in preparation for the June mini-tour.

The Inaugural Thomas Lord Old Gits Dinner

It was a very serious and historic occasion. The complete band and a smattering of other halves gathered in our 'home' pub for the first ever TLOG Dinner. Actually, it wasn't at all serious. It was very silly and very good fun. Some of us are still bearing the bruises from being comprehensively beaten up for the trifling crime of drawing a smiley face in the mashed potato.

Talking of food, the TLord did us proud, and well done the Pink Fairey on her magnificent birthday cake for John. I've never heard 'Happy Birthday' sung with so many varied harmonies - some of them even in key.

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Pics from the party 1

Last time I saw this lot, I'm sure they were offering cheap Tarmac from a white van.

Curly Fingers

How the lovely Mrs Pratt would be proud of me. All those long lessons she'd be imploring me to use curly fingers. "Oh, Flindt, you'll never reach that top G spot without curling your fingers!" she'd cry.

Saturday's Gig

Another jolly evening on Saturday. The rain mostly stayed away and it wasn't too cold; you'd think you could book an outdoor party for the end of May without freezing to death, but, hey, that's Global Warming for you. Only three weeks 'till the days get shorter.

Luckily, no-one noticed that we weren't doing Country & Western numbers to match the party's theme, and everyone seemed to enjoy themselves.

Looking forward to the TLOGID on Saturday.