It's funny how the best evenings are often the most unexpected.
A mid-harvest get-together should really be a bit sparse, but the Good Lord sent the most beautifully timed rain shower to bring harvest to a stop at about five - even at Dan's place. So we had a full house of seven, biffing a few tunes up, ready for Saturday.
The evening was remarkable for a couple of other notables: Tessa now has green hair. Not sure if that's a political statement of some sort, but it looks lovely. Dan was waving a new axe - very impressive. Ian has gone professional. Charlie has still got anger management issues, and the Flowerpots in Cheriton is a quite delightful pub. And it was very hot.
But, inspired by Dan's new guitar, we played our socks off. Not sure if that's a good sign for Saturday or not. Time alone will tell.
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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