Last Night's Rehearsal

We had a very jolly little get-together last night. Only Mindy and Ian were missing, so we played a few favourites and then joined in with the exciting game of 'Shall We Play This One?' The rules are very simple:
1. We all suggest a new song that we should play.
2. Tod ignores all suggestions and plays 'Climbing From The Wreckage'. Again.

Actually, that's not quite true. We did polish off 'Don't Bring Me Down' with ease. I'm sure there was a Danfact about it, but I can't remember what it was.

Still no gigs lined up, though. There is even some doubt about any New Year event at the Slug'n'Thomas. 

More pics from the Warwick wedding.

Ian, looking a trifle spaced out, and Charlie, concentrating furiously.

Dan appears to have got his head stuck in an unfeasibly big microphone.

Ian and Dave - the full rhythm section.

The view of/from the keyboards.

A world first: one of the TLOGS looking effortlessly cool.

Not quite a world first: TLOGS vocalists looking grumpy.

Possibly a world first: Simon the sound man, perhaps pissed, about to fall off his chair. "Jusht a little more shtreble, and thatsh should be hic enoush...."

Summer Gigs - Part 2

Towards the end of the summer, we made the long trip to Warwickshire, having been kindly asked to play at Dan and Charlotte's wedding, at a farm just outside Rugby.

Ah, Rugby. Not sure why, but I'm sure I remember it as a rural market town of fabulous historic buildings. Someone seems to have erased half of those buildings and replaced them with a brutalist concrete monstrosity known as Asda. Ho hum.

Meanwhile, the band set up in one of the biggest, longest tents we'd ever seen.




Being a typical farming wedding, it took some time for things to get going, from a band/dancing point of view. Most of the punters were too busy gossiping and catching up at the far end of the tent. But slowly they drifted our way, and when the blushing bride reluctantly and shyly appeared on stage with us to join in with a couple of numbers, things kicked off nicely. A very jolly evening was had by all.

At last - next year's tour is named!

TWANG

(The 'Tour With Absolutely No Gigs')

The Summer Gigs part 1 - Cheriton

We were lucky enough to be asked to play the legendary Cheriton Beer Festival at the Flowerpots again. Thanks to the incessant rain we were all available, and, once again, the crowd were noisy, drunk and hugely appreciative. The drunkenness was a tad intrusive, as one gonk fell off his mate's shoulders onto the stage. About halfway through the gig, Charlie (who wasn't on the stage at all and was therefore in a bit of a huff) abandoned any attempt to make himself heard and caught up on some correspondence, and even did a few early Christmas cards. And some farm accounts. And a bit of knitting. And finally got that troublesome blackhead out of his beard. So not an entirely wasted evening.

Shed 3b in peril!!

There was a nasty moment during July when Shed 3b looked like recieving some unexpected new equipment, dropped in - quite literally - by the nice man taking away about 30cwt's worth of drill/powerharrow combo.

But, in the end, all was well, and Shed 3b escaped unharmed.

Rather coincidentally, there are rumours that the whole building of which Shed 3b forms such an important part might be in for a revamp in months to come; keep it quiet, and watch this space.

Events of the Summer

So what has taken place in this, the shittiest of Summers?

Well, the biggest event took place at our home pub. Massive changes in ownership and management took place, and rumours even abounded of - gasp - a change in name. Even worse, the rumour was that it would be the 'Slug and Lettuce'! This would, of course have forced us to change our name to the Slogs, or, I would have suggested, the Sloggis, thus permitting us to print plenty of pictures of ladies' underwear.

But it all turned out to be false. We are still the TLOGs. But any requests for utterly gratuitous posting of ladies' underwear will be taken very seriously.

Time to restart the blog

Here's the thing. Back in June, when I did the last posting to this blog, I thought to myself "I'll wait until the rain stops until I do another one." That's why nothing has happened. It dawned on me a couple of weeks ago that that several things are more likely than the rain stopping this side of Christmas.

1. Dave will get a job in the Diplomatic Corps.
2. All of Todd's 'amazing facts' in an evening will be true.
3. Dan and Jesse will have a shave.
4. Dan and Jesse will have ugly girlfriends.
5. Charlie's weight will drop below 17 stone.
6. Ian will do four hours without putting a meassage on Arsebook.

So it's fairly obvious that the rain is not going to stop before Christmas. Consequently, it's time to kick off the blog again.
Hello again.