Next Gig...fingers crossed.

We're off again!!

Suddenly, after months of inaction, the Thomas Lord Old Gits stormed back into action at the fantastic venue of Salisbury Racecourse, where a reasonably large group of land agents were celebrating a major anniversary.

It was a very smart occasion, Black Tie and all that, and the TLOGS had the misfortune to follow one of the nation's wittiest and most talented after-dinner speakers of the modern era, and so did well to perform as well as we did. We managed to entertain a hard core group of dancers for a couple of hours, while the more senior land agents watched on approvingly (we assume). Still, the first gig of the Autumn mini-branch of the Fingers Crossed Tour got off to a fun start.

Bad News

After a splendid, if somewhat sweat-soaked rehearsal last night, we were fully primed for Her Majesty's Big Bash on Saturday.

Unfortunately, the phone rang at 8am. It was the organiser of the Bramdean Royal Celebrations, with the sad news that only 23 tickets have been sold, and the event has been cancelled.

Apparently, it's nothing to do with us keeping the punters away - it's just that Paul 'Where-ever I lay my hat' Young is bringing his band to Ropley that night, and the Alresford Music Festival will also be in full swing. Oh, and there's a huge wedding as well.

These things happen.

Old Gits in action

Rare footage of us in action has been added to the right of this page.

Our old Introduction

For those who miss our old Elgar-based intro (i.e. me), here it is: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VtQ2_U8pKXw

The 'Fingers Crossed' Tour kicks off

At last! After a dreadful long winter of rain, rain, rain, a heart attack, and yet more rain, the [Thomas Lord] Old Gits were back on tour, performing in one of our favourite local pubs, the Fox in Bramdean. We'd been promoted to playing indoors, and given a later slot than last year, but, what with it being Monday night, the crown was sparse, but very appreciative. Highlight of the evening was watching Tod keep going after a nightmare journey back from oop north, resulting in a sleep-free night Sun/Mon. His voice vanished after only three or four songs, and sort of came back a few songs later, but we muddled through, and played quite well. All those evenings in Shed 3b weren't wasted. Rumour has it that we were being filmed for posterity, so look out for coverage of us murdering all sorts of classics from the 60s right up to the present day...

The Greatham Gig

 

 

This is the one that was rescheduled after a last minute cancellation ages ago. It was worth the wait. Despite the rugby being on in the corner, we managed to grab the audience's attention and entertain them royally. Some of the young ladies from the nearby spiritual retreat actually stopped gazing adoringly at John for a bit and got up and danced. Got to love these moody black and white shots of us setting up.