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05-10-2015 – Duck Ears!

Hola homeys and honeys!

Well, we made it! We survived the muso’s nightmare that is THE STAIRS at the Rum Bar over in Chepstow on Friday night.

We’ll gloss over the fact that Ben and I got stuck in traffic so much that the 5 miles from my house to the Severn Bridge took us over an hour, and pick up the story as we rolled up at the foot of the tottering slippery ironwork fire escape that is the way in to the venue…

…In fact, the experience of getting all the kit in and set up was massively eased by the fact that much of the carrying-of-unfeasibly-heavy-equipment-up-endless-flights-of-stairs was actually done by the extremely amiable lads from behind the bar, meaning that we were a lot less exhausted than otherwise. Also, once we had reached Base Camp, the fact that our Rosa has very quickly learned the ancient craft of wiring up the PA, saved us some setting up time, leaving me with ample opportunity to faff about with choosing which toys to play with. READ MORE

02-03-2015 – Inappropriate Dodgems

Hello possums!

Well, that’s the last bit of rawk’n’roll action we’ll see for a couple of weeks; on Friday, we opted to separate into small groups in order bother the drinking public in a more flexible and detailed manner. Thus it was that I decamped to the Clothiers in Stroud with young Lily for one of our acoustic/electric hybrid gigs, while Lou hit up Keynsham with her Loops duo act. And I think both gigs went rather well; ours did, even after Lil’s opening comment, “If anybody is still eating their dinner, we’re sorry for disturbing your meal – and if there is anything you can’t quite finish up; well – I’m here to help you out… …Two, three, four…”. READ MORE

23-02-2015 – Fish Tea

Hola, homeys!

Ahhh, a whole weekend off… except for young Lou, of course, who apparently had an excellent weekend gigging with her other projects. I really don’t know how she manages to keep up.

So, as I can’t give you any first-hand reports of rawk’n’roll action this week, we’d better keep this thing pretty short. The one thing I can tell you, following on from last week’s missive, is that the very best tea / fish pun that anybody managed to come up with was as follows: –

DarjEeling. READ MORE

26-10-2014 – Wig & Vomit

Hello again children

If you’re all sitting comfortably, then we’ll resume our tale…

As our brave band of musos rode down the leafy byways of Wiltshire towards their Prestbury Sports Bar gig, the fair Princess Louisa enquired of brave Sir Alan about the previous evening’s adventures.

“So”, she asked, “How went your lovely daughter’s gig in Swindon last night?”

“A fairly quite night, all things considered”, mused the gallant Sir Alan, “We encountered three bare backsides, two fights, one accidental concussion, and three vomiting
on the floor”. “But”, he added, “we did also meet there with the Wise Woman of Pighill; the promotress Statey, who was not only completely sober, but even bought me a drink; but alas, she had to leave before the audience really got into their stride”. READ MORE