Another fantastic gathering on Monday night. All this lovely weather (ironic that the Azores High has arrived within a couple of days of the useless muppets at the Met Office forecasting ten wet summers) meant that nobody was out spraying, and apart from John and Mindy, we had a full turnout.
Not sure that we actually did anything from our official setlist, but we manged to waste two and a bit hours having a lovely time playing anything else that sprang to mind. I think we touched on Sad Cafe, Herb Albert, Santana....blimey, the list was endless.
News that the bassist is now a Grandfather and that the huge pianist has been recommended a new hip confirms that we truly are Old Gits.
I'd just like to say that Grandfatherhood has mellowed and moderated Dave's language...I'd like to say it, but.........
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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