Borag thungg, earthlets!!

Well, that was a weekend of combined excellent giggery and domestic tribulation…

Friday night at O’Neill’s was possibly the bonkers-iest yet, very lively indeed. A nice appreciative audience, and only a handful of the more hopelessly intoxicated youngsters had to be gently removed from the premises…

I must confess to having been somewhat distracted by things at home, though. Our house has had a fairly long-standing minor roof leak, and the repair process involved removing all the tiles on one side in order to replace the felting and battening and some window seals. READ MORE

Hello, my little buttered crumpets!

My, that was quite the weekend.

Friday night at the Cat on Cheltenham Road, and after a quiet start, things soon livened up and, I have to say, ended up being enormous fun. Shout out to all the lovely folk who got stuck into the boogieing; we haven’t had quite that much fun for a while. And we’re looking forward to seeing most of them again when we play the Lagoon on Halloween. Should be a blast.

Saturday’s jaunt down to Taunton, with Suzi covering for Abby on vocals, was pretty damn good fun, too. Massive vote of thanks to the lovely door staff who insisted on helping carry all the kit in and out as well, bless ‘em. There was only one sad note to the evening – we were delighted to see our old pal Scotty arrive at the door, with his daughter Summer – they’d come all the way down to see us, at Summer’s request, because the last time she saw us play with Suzi, Summer was a mere 14 months old, and sensibly had been given a huge pair of yellow ear defenders to wear. And, somehow, she remembered the occasion! READ MORE

Yoho ahoy!

Well, after last weekend’s respite from gigging, we’re back under the cosh.

The previous Saturday’s jaunt to O’Neill’s down in town was the liveliest yet, I think. Lots of jollity, and we were particularly pleased to see our favourite Tina Turner impersonator giving it large (as I believe the youngsters these days are saying) on the dancefloor.

In fact, everybody (including us) seemed to be having a marvellous time, with the notable exception of one chap who spent the entire evening standing right in front of Stuart’s drumkit, scowling and occasionally “informing” us that the drums were a bit too loud compared to the vocals. READ MORE

Yo ho ahoy!

I’ll keep this one really short, ‘cause it’s currently a nice sunny Sunday afternoon and I don’t want to be sat indoors thumping a laptop when I could be idling outside in the garden with a cool beverage watching the weeds grow….

Saturday night’s jaunt to the Lord Raglan was hot sweaty fun – for all of us except for Steve, who somehow arranged to have the hefty air conditioner unit right next to him on the tiny corner stage – thus he remained cool as a proverbial cucumber, whilst surveying the rest of us sweaty peasants from his lofty perch… READ MORE

Howdy pardners!

My, that was an interesting Saturday night.

Regular readers may recall that we had been due to play the Regent in sunny Weston-Super Mare; however, we had a message on Friday from the promoter that the pub had changed hands and the gig might be off.

Saturday morning we had confirmation that it was definitely on, so I duly loaded up the van.

Around 4pm, we got another message saying that the Regent gig was off, but asked if we could instead play at a nearby rugby club, to fill in for a country band that had pulled out last minute from the club’s “Western themed evening”. READ MORE

Well, hello there!

It’s been a while since we put one of these out, what with one thing and another, but after a peaceful few weeks, we’re back out gigging merrily away. And the good news is that it seems we haven’t entirely forgotten how to do it…

Friday at the Blue Lagoon started out unusually quiet, but just as we started the second set, it suddenly became rammed with jolly folk, and by the end of the night, you couldn’t move for dancing lunatics.

Saturday at the Poacher in Portishead was even more fun. Quite a few familiar faces, and several folks who hadn’t seen us before but had come down on the strength of our reputation from previous visits. READ MORE

Hey gang

This’ll be the last one of these for a couple of weeks – we’re laying back a bit for a while, to give our Abby a chance to do some job-related exam things. Apparently, going out with a naughty rock and roll band every weekend doesn’t provide the academic studying benefits I so fondly used to imagine it did.

On reflection, maybe that’s the reason why my years of academic study resulted in what’s known as a “gentleman’s degree”. Or, possibly, I’m just a bit thick. Who’d have thought? READ MORE

Aloha!

So, whilst I remember, here’s a quick rundown of events at our gig at O’Neill’s, down in That Brizzle a couple of weeks ago.

Setting off from home, I was feeling a tad ropey and running slightly late. Nonetheless, I arrived safely, hurriedly unloaded, and then spent a full 20 minutes trying to find somewhere to park. Eventually, I found a spot and hoofed it back through the drizzle to the venue. After a frenziedly rapid setting up and plugging in of the gear, we were back on schedule.

It was then that I spotted eldest son lurking nearby. “I didn’t come to say hello earlier, in case I got roped in to help”, he explains, “But I’ll buy you a pint if you like”. READ MORE