The Phantom Gig

Both the board in Shed 3b and the 'God Bless You, Ma'am' Tour page suggest that there's a gig on 14th July. Further research suggests that there isn't. Or if there is, we've all forgotten about it. True professionals, that's us!

See in the press, no.45

Well, not so much 'in the press' as 'seen in everyone's postboxes' - someone has been round the whole parish posting these. A huge turnout beckons!

Last Night's Telly

Another top Eurovision Song Contest, as I'm sure you'll agree. Though just how this failed to win will always be a mystery. Mind you, I though this was a dead cert in 2009, so what do I know?

Tichorne Arms - Gig No 2

Back to the Tichborne Arms we went on Friday, back (as the picture would tell if we could read the whole blackboard) by 'popular demand'. The board also suggests that we have renamed ourselves The Tho Lord Gits. Which we haven't.

Here we see Tod and John trying to remember how we managed to all fit into the bar of the picturesque quintessential (spelling?)English pub. Of course, we all squeezed in and had a very jolly evening. Thanks to the return of Global Warming (not to be confused with the Global Warming that causes cold and wet, oh no, that's something quite different) the outside temperature was a balmy 27 degrees; you can imagine what is was like inside the bar by the time we all started thrashing planks, spanking those skins and waving our huge organs. As a result, the bar stayed relatively empty until the end, although I was assured that we were well appreciated in the garden. It made a good informal start for the Summer Tour. Next stop: the Thomas Lord itself.

Lame Excuses No 237

Continuing our occasional series of 'Excuses People Use When Trying To Get Out Of Attending a Thomas Lord Old Gits Gig'. This week, a Mr Rufus W, of Blackhouse Farm, who claims to have kidney stones. He even claims to have collapsed in a crucial board meeting, been ferried to A & E in a hastily summoned taxi (pausing only three or four times to vomit through the door), and then sent home with medical assurances that the excruciating pain will only last for a few weeks, or until he manages to, ahem, pass the offending objects. I offered the use of Dave/Dave's bass/Dave amp at a range of about three inches which would shatter the kidney stones in moments. He turned this kind offer down, so I think he's faking it. Pah!

Pop stars at the Leveson enquiry

If you've ever wondered how pop stars would be cross-examined at the Leveson Enquiry, here are some suggestions.

Another milestone

Last night our humble little blog had its 12,000th pageview. I must get out more.

Tichborne Arms Gig (rpt)

Yup, we're on for the Tichborne Arms again, last Friday in May. Dan can't make it, just like he couldn't make the other two gigs that were planned and then scrapped for this date. Honestly, young people today. (TLOGS Blog Post No. 200!)

Accidents will happen

Look, could you young people just stop falling off and down things? I mean, really. Sigh. Here's Dan having tumbled off a trailer, and word reaches us that Tessa has gone arse-over-tit down a Noo Yoik staircase. Will you all calm down? There's a busy summer coming up.

It was suggested at last night's excellent rehearsal that the keyboard player might benefit from being more active while on stage. He would simply to refer the suggester to The Rock Bible, Gospel According to the Keyboardist, Verse 12 (above). Nuff said.