We've had a couple more rehearsals. The first involved Charlie, Ian, Tod and Dave, and was a fairly productive couple of hours brushing up some of the new tracks.
The last rehearsal was unusual in that Charlie, Ian, Dave, Tod, John, Dan and Jack all knew that there wasn't one.
Someone forgot to tell Mindy, though, who bravely struggled out to Shed 3b, only to find it in darkness. One phone call to Tod Bonnington, who had just reached base camp without oxygen in some faraway mountain range, established that she was in for a lonely evening. Apparently she made the most of the opportunity and headed down the pub instead.
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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