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This week's rehearsal

Full house.


Full on.



Full volume.*









(*We might have to watch this - there were grumbles from locals....)

Tod is back

....and he has holiday pictures.

You have been warned.

Monday's rehearsal

We had a splendid get-together on Monday. Tod was still on honeymoon - or may have been mid-air at that particular time - but we had a full contingent otherwise. It was loud, it was productive, and was just the thing to get everyone in the mood for the forthcoming tour.

Particular attention was paid to Down, Down - even if Dan's cheapo guitar kept playing up in the middle of it. We seem to be struggling with the 'counting to 5' bit in Don't Bring Me Down', despite helpful advice from behind the huge organ to count to nine instead.

Bring on the Tour.

Mothering Sunday

The first gig of the Jacques Cousteau Tour will be on Mothering Sunday - NOT 'Mothers' Day', which is a horrible Americanisation of a fine British tradition. (See 'Groundhog Day' vs. 'Candlemas') It's a good thing Granny Flindt isn't around any more, or she'd be tracking down all those referring to 'Mothers' Day' and beating them round the head with a bag full of rock cakes.

Anyway, talk at rehearsal was of a new band pic for the occasion, featuring us all with daffodils. And just look what I found in Granny Flindt's huge drawer of old pictures:

 

 

My big brother, who took the picture, has helpfully written on the back: 'Charlie being a poof.'

Ah, the good old 1970's, eh?

 

Last night's rehearsal

There was a small gathering in Shed 3b as we all realised that there appears to be a tour on the way. Dave couldn't make it due to pressures of work, and Tod is, of course, still on honeymoon in Oz, no doubt thrilling his new family with interesting facts about the geology of South eastern Australia.  Good luck with that, Helen.

Capt Kidneystones dropped in to help out with backing vocals and insults - the experience no doubt helping to soften the blow of not getting the job with the Chalk Flowers. Here we see him and John enjoying a well-earned break.

 
 




















We had a good run through of the set list, skipping the odd one or two which were impractical due to missing personnel. I'm not sure we were very good - 'rusty' would be a polite word for some of our renditions. In fact, were we a tribute band dedicated to an 80s white reggae band, I know what we'd call ourselves.

Another gig

Great news - another gig has been sorted, and, once again, it's in our home pub. See the Jacques Cousteau Tour page for details.

There has been a request for some Glenn Miller for this gig - a great idea. But where, oh where, would we find someone who plays (or used to, in 1975) trombone?