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.
Saturday, 22 October 2011
The 'God Bless You Ma'am/God Bless King Charles III' Tour
The first dates are in for the 2012 Tour; bizarrely, the first six take place in five weeks. Don't anyone take holidays in June!! See the tour page for details
Thursday, 20 October 2011
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
Monday's rehearsal
There was a bit of a gathering on Monday. Tessa, of course, has vanished across the Atlantic, and AirCheapoBongo have apparently sent at least one piece of luggage with her. Very kind of them. Hope the rest arrives soon, TF.
Our new vocalist couldn't make it, so it turned into one of those 'Why don't we try this?' evenings. Inevitably, very little acually gets done - we did 90% of one new song, and 10% of another fifty, but a lot of fun was had.
Dave couldn't make it: he sent a text which said 'Cripes, chaps, I'm a bit held up. Probably won't make it. Pip Pip.' Of course, it didn't actually use those words; the real text will be posted on a separate page, accessed once you've proved you're over 25 and without any heart condition. Anyway, reserve bassist stood in (once he'd finished his homework, moving seamlessly from R'n'P to R'n'B.)
Maybe it's because I'm now fifty, but we didn't half sound loud. I thought one was supposed to get deafer in old age, not more sensitive.
Our new vocalist couldn't make it, so it turned into one of those 'Why don't we try this?' evenings. Inevitably, very little acually gets done - we did 90% of one new song, and 10% of another fifty, but a lot of fun was had.
Dave couldn't make it: he sent a text which said 'Cripes, chaps, I'm a bit held up. Probably won't make it. Pip Pip.' Of course, it didn't actually use those words; the real text will be posted on a separate page, accessed once you've proved you're over 25 and without any heart condition. Anyway, reserve bassist stood in (once he'd finished his homework, moving seamlessly from R'n'P to R'n'B.)
Maybe it's because I'm now fifty, but we didn't half sound loud. I thought one was supposed to get deafer in old age, not more sensitive.
Thursday, 13 October 2011
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Pics from the dinner 8
So, dinner is served. Dave is missing (under the camera) and only Charlie's belly can be seen.
A thousand thanks to the Thomas Lord for looking after us so well - bearing in mind the other end of the bar was hosting a wedding reception. Well done everyone for behaving so well, and farewell (for now) and good luck to Tessa as she sets off into the world of ankle socks and performance art.
A fine evening all round.
Pics from the dinner 6
A melancholy and temporary (we hope) farewell to our lovely singer. We think the man dressed as a marquee is staying, though. He is very intents....
Pics from the dinner 5
Did someone order an alcopup?
Difficult to say exactly how many EU regulations are being broken here.
Pics from the dinner 2
"You only get away with wearing a blue check shirt," said the Old Farming Git to the Young Farming Git, "if you put a lampshade on your head."
Sunday, 2 October 2011
The TLOGS Dinner
A few rules for Friday night.
1. Smart Casual. Or not. Or Hawaiian Lumberjack. Whatever.
2. Nothing on the menu is to be given the double entendre treatment. Back luck, Todd and John. Mind you, I hear the pork loins are very juicy.
3. There will be a wedding party at the other end of the pub. We are not to gatecrash it, claiming that we have been booked.
4. No-one, I repeat NO-ONE, is to put anything anywhere anyone else's mashed potato. Not a finger, not a sausage (literal or metaphorical), not even a juicy piece of pink pork, dripping with sensuous warm juice, trickling slowly down her chin as she licked....sorry, I got carried away there.
So best behaviour, everyone. We must get a decent new band pic, too.
1. Smart Casual. Or not. Or Hawaiian Lumberjack. Whatever.
2. Nothing on the menu is to be given the double entendre treatment. Back luck, Todd and John. Mind you, I hear the pork loins are very juicy.
3. There will be a wedding party at the other end of the pub. We are not to gatecrash it, claiming that we have been booked.
4. No-one, I repeat NO-ONE, is to put anything anywhere anyone else's mashed potato. Not a finger, not a sausage (literal or metaphorical), not even a juicy piece of pink pork, dripping with sensuous warm juice, trickling slowly down her chin as she licked....sorry, I got carried away there.
So best behaviour, everyone. We must get a decent new band pic, too.
Next Year's Tour
Next year's tour, at present to be called the 'God Bless You Ma'am' Tour (or the 'God Save King Charles III' Tour if certain circumstances change in the next six months) might yet have another name: The 'June Is Bursting Out All Over' Tour, due to the fact that we have five provisional bookings for next June.
The End of the Tour, and an Era
And so the 'No Passports Required' Tour finally came to an end, as a spectacular October sunset sneaked down over a fabulous party barn tucked away under the folds of Butser Hi - [GET ON WITH IT!- Ed]
Sorry. Anyway, not only was it the end of our 2011 Tour (if you ignore the planned New Year Evening Bash), it was also Tessa's last appearance with the Old Gits while she goes off across the Atlantic to The American Repository of Music Art and Culture. Hold on, that's TARMAC - that's can't be right. Anyway, even if the occasion therefore could have been slightly melancholy, we didn't show it. In fact, it was one of our best nights technically, what with Todd having melted Paypal with all his Ebaying for new speakers, mixing desks and anal cases. We now have a fully fledged plug in drummer, too. Next thing you know it'll be wireless microphones and pinkie finger tapping.
It was a very jolly birthday party, and the small but appreciative crowd seemed to like us, and we had a good time, which is what counts.
Sorry. Anyway, not only was it the end of our 2011 Tour (if you ignore the planned New Year Evening Bash), it was also Tessa's last appearance with the Old Gits while she goes off across the Atlantic to The American Repository of Music Art and Culture. Hold on, that's TARMAC - that's can't be right. Anyway, even if the occasion therefore could have been slightly melancholy, we didn't show it. In fact, it was one of our best nights technically, what with Todd having melted Paypal with all his Ebaying for new speakers, mixing desks and anal cases. We now have a fully fledged plug in drummer, too. Next thing you know it'll be wireless microphones and pinkie finger tapping.
It was a very jolly birthday party, and the small but appreciative crowd seemed to like us, and we had a good time, which is what counts.
A Thursday rehearsal
We had a very productive get-together on Thursday, although, thanks to the Return of Global Warming (c. University of East Anglia, Climate Bollocks Dept) it was bloomin hot in Shed 3b. By the time all seven of us got shut in there with double-glazed doors and windows, it's gooey armpits all round. Still, with only a couple of days until our next gig, and a long time since the last one, a bit of a refresher was needed.
We also had a lively discussion of Classic Tracks of the 1980s. I particularly enjoyed Dave's carefully considered opinion of this , which went something like this: "If I ever hear that effing song on someone's effing car radio, I'll smash my way into their effing car, rip the effing stereo out and shove it so far up their effing a - " You get the point.
Perhaps this boppy little disco remix would be more pleasing.
We also had a lively discussion of Classic Tracks of the 1980s. I particularly enjoyed Dave's carefully considered opinion of this , which went something like this: "If I ever hear that effing song on someone's effing car radio, I'll smash my way into their effing car, rip the effing stereo out and shove it so far up their effing a - " You get the point.
Perhaps this boppy little disco remix would be more pleasing.
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