Last night we said a big Old Git hello to Mick (inevitably "Mick the Sticks"), who joined us in the shed for a rehearsal. Eventually - once he'd found his way in the dark and asked at a couple of nearby houses. Lucky he didn't get the traditional "We don't talk to strangers in these parts" routine that Hinton Ampner is famous for; instead he was directed straight to Shed 3b.
Mick seemed ideal. First, he has one syllable in his name. Second, he knows what he's doing. Third, he helps to reinforce the more senior element of the Old Gits against the numerous youth members spending all day like txtg on t8 ph3ns innit.
We ran through half the set, trying to point out our idiosyncratic approach to several numbers (viz House of the Rising Sun), so the poor fellow might not be back next week.
Welcome to the website of the Thomas Lord Old Gits, mid-Hampshire's answer to Chumbawumba and Earth Wind and Fire, except that we're not an anarchic workers' collective, we're not American, and we do covers.
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