Mayday, mayday...

After rather a long hiatus, it was back to the coalface on Saturday at the Cuckoo Fair in Downton, near Salisbury - a last minute one this, in the back garden of a pub. Apparently there was meant to be a proper stage, but whoever was organising it was hit by a piece of falling satellite or something. We survey the gathering clouds with gloom... so does everyone else, and by the time we've set up the place has miraculously emptied apart from the hardcore all-day drinkers who ignore us completely. Still, the sound is excellent in the open air, it doesn't actually rain, and we rather enjoy ourselves.

Next up, the Wells May Fair on the Bank holiday Monday - a far better organised do, held on the Green in front of Wells Cathedral. Nice big stage & PA, and a very good sound engineer, who mutters as he gets us rigged up: "It's rained every time I've done this... God hates me..." Sure enough, it starts raining the instant we take to the stage, but our godless heathen music soon chases the drizzle away - proof, if more were needed, of the non-existence of God!
Yet more proof at the end of our set, as the MC announces innocently: "Next, ladies & gentlemen, it's pole-dancing on the Green!" After a huge initial surge of interest from the crowd (and indeed us), there followed a hasty retraction, in what will surely come to be known as The Great Pole-Dancing Disappointment of '09...