Ah, the lure of the greasepaint, the cheers of the audience, the glare of the lights, the stagedoor johnies, actors who know the words - but not necessarily in the right order....who can resist amateur dramatics? Not Smooth Charlie, obviously, who has somewhat inconveniently ruled himself out of Monday night band practices in favour of a weekly thesp. So he wasn't there.
And then there's New York. I mean, what on earth has the vast, vibrant, cosmopolitan metropolis of NY got that our miserable little hamlet (pop. 40) hasn't, eh? Ok, no-one's written a song about HA yet, although "Sweet Home Hinton Ampner" would scan. Whatever it is, it has claimed our father and daughter vocal team.
And as for Brighton - well, no one does cheap'n'easy screws like the Brighton branch of Screwfix.
The upshot of all this is that on Monday the Old Gits were reduced to a slightly melancholy four piece in Shed 3b. Still, we made the most our time, hammering one of Mr Cocker's finest until it begged for forgiveness.
Huge gig - in Shed 19f - 20th August is a possibility. Assuming there's still enough of us left by then.
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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