The end of the Fingers Crossed Tour

A few pictures from our last gig of 2016, at our home pub, the Thomas Lord in West Meon. I knew we were loud, but apparently the pub had to close for refurbishment just afterwards!

 
 
 




















Charlie showing what he thinks of 'selfies'.

John and Charlie showing what they though of Ian's cry of "smile".

Tod's broad beaming smile shows what he thinks of being alcohol-free for Christmas.

Rehearsals start again

Finally, after a long break of about two months, we had a rehearsal. Just for a change, we avoided discussing the assorted illnesses that come with being in a band of old men, and enjoyed a half-hour list of car breakdowns. There were failing brakes and stubborn immobilisers, cracked engine blocks and Freelanders than had been reversed into effing great tractors.

Mind you, we did touch on one or two health issues. John kindly offered his liver to Tod, who told him to piss off. Ian's claim to be as hairy as Don Henley in the 70's was treated with some derision, and Charlie's flatulence was as bad as ever.

The music was good, though. Apart from Slade. Now that Bob Dylan has been forgiven for inflicting his terrible aural torture on us (thanks to his refusal to accept the Nobel Prize for Literature, finally acknowledging what we all knew), Slade have moved to the bottom of the pile.

A couple of dates have already surfaced for this year's tour, to be know as 'The 'Tour Ten' Tour'. Cos it's out tenth.

The evening ended with a Wombles-based singalong - who'd have thought that we all knew the words to Minuetto Allegretto?

There were plans to add this seventies classic to our repertoire, as well. Although, if we do the long version, we'll need a small orchestra. Internet research later revealed a spooky coincidence: both of these were produced by Mike Batt, of Perin's School, Alresford fame.

And, talking of spooky, as we left, Dave's truck gave up the ghost, and had to left in the mud. Oh, and we tried Tiger Feet briefly.