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.
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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