Aye up, funsters!

I’m delighted to report that Friday night’s escapade to the Packhorse was an absolute blast! We were expecting a busy night, what with it being main man Liam’s birthday bash – what we weren’t expecting was to find the entire street filled up with wall to wall motorsickles, meaning we had to double park in the bus lane and unload onto the street.

We also weren’t expecting there to be a support act playing when we arrived – but there was! Turned out to be a very affable chap, on his own with a set of backing tracks, who very helpfully shipped his kit out the way for us to set up as soon as he’d finished, before even going off to get paid. And, although the pub was busy, the thoughtful punters kept a space clear for us to set up, so we had a nice easy ride. READ MORE

Hello tiddlypeeps!

I’ll keep this one fairly short – it’s currently a nice Sunday afternoon, and having just finished my chores for the day, I’m keen to slope off and sit in the garden for an hour or so* of doing absolutely nothing.

Also, of course, I don’t want to distract anyone from watching World Sports Day, which I believe is currently underway in Paris.

We can report on a pleasant evening spent in the Oak on Thursday, followed by a very entertaining Saturday night at the Good Intent in Broomhill. I’ll be honest, based on the previous time we played here, we weren’t expecting much; and it seemed our expectations were right, as we finished setting up and there were less than a dozen folks in the bar. READ MORE

Hello funsters!

We hope you’re all enjoying the glorious unpredictable variability of the British summer…

Well, we’re here to report an extremely enjoyable Saturday night down at the Poacher in Portishead.

Lovely friendly staff, a very enthusiastic bunch of punters who were very clearly up for enjoying themselves, and we were delighted to see some lovely friends that we haven’t caught up with for a while – plus our occasional special guest star vocalist Paige, who came and belted her way through a couple of tunes with us and had the whole place bouncing up and down. READ MORE

Aye up!

Well, that was an eventful weekend.

Some of the more experienced of you may recall a government information video from – oooh, probably the early eighties – warning the public that “most accidents occur in the home”.

Under the Freedom Of Information Act, I can now tell you that this is not the case – the truth is, in fact, that “Most Accidents Happen At The Gig”.

I shall elucidate.

Friday night saw us roll up bright and early at the Cat & Wheel in advance of 7 pm, ready for the early start which has been the custom there for the past year or two. READ MORE

Aloha!

Well, we hope you all had as fine a weekend as we did; we kicked off with a fairly quiet pub gig on Friday, but on Saturday night we had an absolute blast – we’d been asked, at quite short notice, to play a house party, which turned out to be at a very nice big posh house; we were set up in a marquee in the garden, playing with a backdrop of a lovely sunset view over the Severn Estuary, with a lovely bunch of folks watching us arrayed on the two-tiered terraces. 

I even managed to persuade my beloved Dem to come along, the first time she’s come out with us in ages, and the first time she met our Abby. READ MORE

Morning all!

Well, we’re back! And, if our jaunt to the King Billy in Staple Hill on Saturday was anything to go by, we’re actually rather less rusty than expected.

This is not to say that there wasn’t the occasional mishap – for example – one of our number (who shall remain nameless, because it was me) during the intro to a song which features a mere three chords, required three attempts to find the right one… I mean, you’d have thought statistically I’d have done better than that. READ MORE

Greetings earthlets!

My, that was a busy and fun-packed weekend!

Friday night saw us down at the Blue Lagoon for a riotously fun-packed evening; I was bowled over to see some much-missed old pals, and the place filled up rapidly as we were about to start.

Cunning Abby had requested kind-hearted Stuart to pick her up for the gig.

“Car trouble?”

“No, I just fancied a drink…”

It seemed to do her the world of good, she was out and about merrily moshing with the crowd from the off, and by half time, during what I felt was a particularly artful guitar solo, she’d somehow instigated a chant of “Go, Alan, go!” from the assembled reprobates. READ MORE

Hello funsters!

What’s that coming over the hill?

Is it a monster?

No, it’s a gig!

Friday 26^th – Blue Lagoon, Bishopston
Down on the exotic and glamorous Gloucester Road Strip, the hugely riotous mob at the Glue Baboon never fails to disappoint. They leave that to us…

Looking forward to catching up with some old chums at this one, it’s going to be a big night!

And, the following day, we have a glorious afternoon appointment, courtesy of our favourite all-girl motorcycle club….

Saturday 27^th, 2 pm – Banshees Bash, Barton Hill RFC
The annual charity fundraiser run by the ever-lovely Bristol Banshees; last time we played for them, in addition to the expected bar, food and trade stalls, they had Viking battle re-enactments. I can tell you, that standing on a stage playing AC/DC at an unhealthy volume as the soundtrack to the clash of swords is a truly invigorating experience, and I wholeheartedly commend it to you. READ MORE

Ahoy there funsters!

Well, we had a lovely time down the Old Mill in Portishead on Saturday. A very lively bunch, there was dancing and singing a-plenty from the get-go, plus all the usual spilling of drinks and stumbling into monitors that go along with it.

I had to draw the line, though, at the young lady who thought she’d be a hilarious comedy genius by fiddling with the mixing desk controls as we were playing – I managed to attract her attention with a delicately placed boot so that I could give her a little advice. READ MORE

Hey gang

We hope you all had a fantastic long weekend, and that the Easter Bunny brought you all your heart’s fondest desires.

In my case, I woke up eagerly on Easter morning, excitedly pulled the curtain aside to peer onto the drive, and – sure enough – there, gleaming in the early morning sunshine, was the unmistakable shape of a 1976 T140 export model Triumph Bonneville, resplendent in all-black custom paint scheme, the reflections from the shining chrome wheel rims almost dazzling me. I gazed in wonder at the slender graceful curves of the fuel tank, the elegant upswept chromed exhaust pipes, and the stentorian functionality of the twin Amal Mark II carburettors, feeding into the inlet ports of the cooling fin-bedecked cylinder head. READ MORE