First off was the Oxford in Totterdown, Bristol back in April - loads of people turned out for this one, including our old whistle player Jon Hill, who came all the way over from Welsh Wales, bless him!
Fantastic to see him again after what must be at least 15 years, and What a Shame he 'forgot to bring his whistle with him'... next time, Jon.
Much respec' also to the dude who grabbed the mike from Chris after our encore and informed the crowd in no uncertain terms that we were the "BEST FUCKIN' BAND IN BRISTOL!" and demanded another song. We obliged, needless to say.
The White Hart in Atworth was our next outing, at the end of May - as we were setting up the gear, my old mate Alan, who played guitar in my first 'proper' band, the All-Night Chemists, suddenly appeared onstage and frightened the life out of me - he'd been driving past on his way to a gig in Melksham with his band, and saw me through the pub window - for a moment there, I thought it was 1987, and I'd forgotten all of the songs!
Our guitarist Simon's local, this one, so a good home crowd were in, and a very merry time was had by all, especially Simon, who by all accounts was still in there at 3 am. Shocking...
Onwards into June, and we were back in The Horseshoe, Shepton Mallett - some great publicity in the local press for this one (see photo), but it didn't translate into large numbers of punters, sadly; I didn't care though, as a goodly batch of mates of mine turned out, including the redoubtable Caroline Brown and the one and only Johnny Morris (no, not that one), erstwhile drummer for the All Night Chemists.
OK, now we're up to date, it's time to venture into the gnarly Wildwood of July, beset from all sides with spiky Beer Festivals...
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