Yo homeys!

Well, that was an extremely enjoyable weekend of noisy mayhem!

The intent was that Saturday night would mark the debut gig for our new bass player Steve – but in fact, it marked his second gig with us.

We had a request come in midweek to play at the bar in the Rovers ground on Saturday afternoon after the match; two gigs in one day was a big ask for a first-timer, but Steve heroically said “Hell, yes, why not?” Abby was a little concerned about running out of voice; she said she’d like to do it, but was “not sure it would be wise”. That settled it; we now have to do it, I’m not having anyone accusing us of being sensible. READ MORE

Mornin all!

And we have an exciting week coming up on the rock’n’roll rollercoaster^TM; you may recall, many moons ago, we announced our resident Viking bass player Ben was planning to leave us, having finally tired of mine and Stuart’s company after thirteen or so years (I know, right? No stamina, some people).

Ben had very kindly agreed to carry on gigging until we found a suitable replacement and got them up to speed. Due to an unfortunate, protracted and complex sequence of events, this took far, far longer than any of us anticipated; but Ben has gamely soldiered on until now, at last, we finally have a new player on Team AUF. READ MORE

Ahoy there, me hearties!

And a warm welcome to this week’s edition of random nonsense – interspersed, if you’re lucky*, with the occasional deep and profound insight which will illuminate your soul, bringing a small oasis of comfort and peace amidst the complexity and confusion of modern life.

Saturday night and an appointment at the Cider Press in Bishopston looms. I have to admit that, after a somewhat hectic day, I wasn’t really looking forward to making the effort tonight – but second-rate guitarists gotta do what second-rate guitarists gotta do… READ MORE

Hello my darlings!

Mornin all!

Once again, I find myself hoisted by my own petard and, having become distracted by the myriad possibilities that the many-hued tapestry of life offers, utterly forgotten to pen in advance a suitable missive for your delectation and delight – or, more likely, your disputation and disappointment.

Actually, even more likely, your utter indifference.

Anyroadup, I find myself with just the scantest of moments to tell you about this week’s upcoming rawk’n’roll^TM endeavours. And yet here I am, frittering it away on florid language and pointless rambling. READ MORE

Hello my darlings!

Just the briefest of missives this week; since, due to a tactical planning error, I utterly forgot to write this week’s batch of nonsense.

With a gig-free weekend just gone by, there’s really very little to say except to warn you of our upcoming midweek outing: –

Thursday 23^rd – Royal Oak, Chipping Sodbury

Nice cosy little local gig, we like them, they seem to like us, and they sell beer. Any questions?

Finding myself currently devoid of inspiration, and just a tad pushed for time, in the words of my old pal Mr Gump; that’s all I have to say about that. READ MORE

Hello boys and girls

It’s time for another story.

Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin…*

It was Friday night, and time for a keenly anticipated jaunt down to the quaint ickle village of Ashcott in deepest Zummerzet, to play for a long time and much-loved band fam member Cara, who is now running the Ring O’ Bells down there.

Ben and I arrived first, were delighted to see our heroine again, and rather pleased to find a large function room with plenty of room to jump about and fall over if necessary. READ MORE