At one time, the 'Old Gits' name wasn't strictly accurate; there were three band members who dragged the average age of the band down to somewhere in the mid-thirties. But in the last year, things have changed. Our sprightly young drummer has vanished up north, and Ian has replaced him. Jesse has left us and gone all Brighton. And there are rumours that Tessa might be unavailable from this Autumn. the average age will have shot back up to, ooh, very late 40s.
But there are other ways that we genuinely earn the 'Old Gits' moniker. During the interval at Kilmeston, there was an outbreak of salad eating. It wouldn't be fair to name the bunny-food eater, but it effing-well came as an effing surprise to the effing rest of us. And then there was a general outbreak of agreement on the merits - healthy eating and general weight loss - of such a diet. This lead to the suggestion that perhaps we should have a weigh-in in Shed 3b on a Monday night. Perhaps even have a Hinton Ampner branch of Weight Watchers.
Inevitably, there were then suggestions that if we were put on a strict diet, we should rename ourselves.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, will you please welcome on stage: The Gastric Band...."
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