Most of Southern England had a bit of a shock on Monday: cars from Kent to Cornwall had a fine layer of dust on them. The meteorologists had a fancy explanation that involved low pressure to the West of Africa sending Saharan dust high into the atmosphere, then north, whence it was rain-washed to the English countryside. This is utter bollocks of course - the day the Met Office get anything right will be the day they explain why there has been no Global Warming for seventeen years.
It's far simpler than that: the Thomas Lord Old Gits opened the 2014 Jacques Cousteau Tour at their home pub, and, without a shadow of a doubt, whipped up one hell of storm. We were on great form - smoothly continuing our form from Monday's rehearsal. Perfect for blowing the cobwebs - and dust - out of the system.
Nice to see Tod and Helen getting into the spirit of Jacques Cousteau by flooding their house ten minutes before we were due to start playing. Luckily, a stopcock was eventually found, and the TLOGS were able to carry on and perform. As Helen so succinctly put it at about midnight, "Fsssr sshmuffin fssogggle nug tee hee burp!"
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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