Happy New Year to you all!
And, if you’re reading this, it means we all survived, which can only be a good thing.
Well, to round off 2019, we played what turned out to be a twenties-themed New Year Eve gig at the Three Brooks in Bradley Stoke – where I learned, whilst we were setting up, that the twenties music they were playing through the pub tannoy is exactly like ska, in that it sounds rather jolly and fun at first; but after a while you realise there are only actually three tunes, the incessant repetition of which slowly begins to alter your brain chemistry, leaving you in a fit of barely controllable suppressed rage. Or maybe it’s just me…
Still, once the jolly flappering had stopped and we got going, they proved to be a lively crowd, and we actually had a rather fine night. My favourite moment was just after the clock struck midnight; following the traditional off-key singalong of “Auld Lag Syne”, when Emma, having correctly gauged that after a single verse and chorus it was all going to get rather ragged and fall apart because nobody really knows the words, let it run for just long enough before bellowing into the mike “Wuntoothreefawr” and firing everybody into a manic version of “Blitzkrieg Bop” to start the year off properly. Good girl!
Last Saturday, and we were down at the Cat & Wheel for a gig on our sparkly goddess’s birthday, which I am pretty sure she thoroughly enjoyed. She may, in fact, still be enjoying it now, for all I know. Anyroadup, it was great to see some lovely old friends again there, and we hope we’ll be catching up again with them soon.
Coming up this week…
Thursday 9th – Royal
Oak, Chipping Sodbury
It’s a Thursday night, it’s right after the Christmas festivities and excesses and resulting financial penury, but that’s never stopped the good folks of Sodding Chipbury from coming out to drink beer and jig around a bit. And long may the practice continue.
Saturday 11th – Queen
Fun fun fun fun fun fun! I do rather like this one.
Right, then – that’ll have to do; as TV-style guru Lawrence Llewellyn-Bowen would say, “I must away; there are bathrooms in need of my attention”.
Which, come to think of it, may simply be a posh way of saying, ”I need a poo”…