Aloha amigos!

And, as Bristol and its environs bask in the sunshine, the palm trees in the garden waving gently in the breeze, the only sound is the gentle chittering of cicadas nestled in their fronds, whilst our flock of flamingoes seek respite from the noonday sun in the shade of the bougainvillea…

Okay, I’ll own up, I had to google how to spell that. Originally I thought a cicada was a Mexican beer, and a bougainvillea was a posh house in France.

Still, if a humble engineer can’t aspire to a bit of literary culture, what’s the world coming to?  READ MORE

Aloha!

Seeing as it’s too damned hot to do much of anything today, here’s the briefest of brief rundowns of last week’s gigging activity, and a quick glance at the upcoming festivities this Friday…

Thursday night, and up to the Royal Oak in Sodding Chipbury for a sweaty evening’s entertainment. Things were going fine until about half an hour in when Alan’s guitar suddenly loses the warm, articulate tone for which it is (rightly) renowned and admired, and instead starts producing a very quiet distorted sound, more akin to a mouse having an aneurysm. READ MORE

Aloha!

Just a brief one this week – firstly, a reminder of our two upcoming gigs this week, as previously advertised…

Thursday 7th July – Royal Oak, Chipping Sodbury

Saturday 9th July – Liberal Club, Colerne

And secondly, based on a poll of the votes received last week, it would appear that you are collectively in favour of terrible, terrible, jokes.

So – here you go – and remember, you literally asked for this…

A horse sees a rock band perform and thinks “Hey, I could do that.” The horse calls up his local music store and is like “I wanna learn guitar, just one problem, I’m a horse.” The employee says “don’t worry we can do that.” The horse goes, learns guitar for a few months, gets really good, and is pretty happy with himself. “OK, now I can start a band!” READ MORE

Well, why not…?

Yoho Ahoy!

Well, although we have no gigs coming up this week, I figured it was best to report on the last one before I forget…

So a Thursday night, and due to what can only be described as poor planning, we have a gig in the centre of Cardiff on the same day I have promised to play removals man and transport daughter Lily and her other half Alastair back home from Birmingham, along with all their possessions.

So, after getting up painfully early in the morning, and hooshing up to Brum at full speed, the three of us spend a happy few hours rounding up all their stuff, bullying it into various boxes and containers, and manhandling it down the three narrow flights of stairs. It’s hot sticky work, and Alastair and I decide to tactically dispense with shirts for the duration. Having amassed a mountain of stuff on the street, we attempt, Tetris-stylee, to shoehorn it all into the back of the van. After about three attempts, we have managed to triumphantly get the doors shut, although if they owned just one more item – e.g. a cigarette paper – I’m sure we wouldn’t have done. READ MORE

Ahoy there!

Firstly, apologies to anyone who was hoping to see us on Friday at the Cat & Wheel, our Ben was taken unexpectedly poorly that morning and so sadly we had to cancel – which is a great shame, as we were particularly looking forward to that one.

And particular apologies to anyone who didn’t hear the news in time and actually turned up…. As you now know, we weren’t there….

By mid-Saturday, Ben was feeling sufficiently better to have a crack at the Old Mill in Portishead, so we duly fetched up there, and miraculously managed to load everything in between rain showers. READ MORE

Aloha!

After all this time, it’s probably something of a surprise to see one of these lurking in your Inbox; you’d probably almost forgotten about the torrent of nonsense we used to inflict on you innocent folks.

Well, sorry (not sorry) to say, We’re Back!

After a long break due to the Dreaded Plague and following some absolute horrors that we won’t be going into, the mighty Angel Up Front rock machine has been dusted down, bearings greased, paintwork buffed to a gleaming sheen, and we’ve even cleaned out the little broken-off bits of plastic that mysteriously accumulate in the door pockets. READ MORE

Hey gang!

We thought we’d pop a little missive out just to check on how you’re all doing.

We hope everyone is coping well with the prevailing lockdown conditions, and trust you are all maintaining an adequate state of alertness, which I have informed by a duplicitous buffoon should suffice to prevent infection. (Just in case anybody takes offence at the phrase “duplicitous buffoon”, please note that it was very far from my first choice of words, but that I am aware there may be pre-school toys present). READ MORE