Finally it was time for the debut visit to Worthing and Si’s hometown gig.

Telford to Worthing normally takes between 3 1/2 and 4 1/2 hours in the car depending upon traffic conditions. If we leave Newport at 11:15 we should hit Sussex by about 5:00. Time to relax before the gig.

Happy

Happy

All was going well until we were approaching Warwick Services at the top of the M40. A sign indicated that the motorway was closed between junctions 10 and 9. The usual alternative of dropping onto the A34 past Oxford was no good as this was at the far end of the closure, so we figured out a detour which took us off the motorway before we hit the delays and past Banbury and Oxford. Rejoining at Junction 9 we’d lost about 1 1/2 hours, but we still had plenty of time in hand as long as the M25 wasn’t too bad. Of course, describing the M25 as not too bad is somewhat subjective – the only motorway worse is the M6 – we expected traffic. It was, however, worse than I’ve seen it in a long time. When we saw signs indicating heavy delays due to an accident between junctions 7 and 6 (where we planned to drop onto the M23) we decided on using the A24 instead. We managed a little over walking pace from Leatherhead to Dorking before the traffic started moving. Now we were cooking – 70 mph on the open road!

Cutting across to the bottom of the M23 as we passed Horsham meant we were getting close to our destination of Peacehaven, it wouldn’t be long now.

Or so we thought. We hadn’t banked on a Rod Stewart concert going on just round the corner from our gig at BHA’s Amex Stadium. The tailback added a little more time to our journey. In the end, instead of taking the planned route (which would have involved driving straight past the stadium’s entrance, we drove further down the coast to Newhaven, then turned back along the coast road. Finally we had arrived.

7 3/4 hours after leaving Newport.

Less Happy

Less Happy

The gig was at The Cliff Inn, Peacehaven, a pub and guest house recently taken over by Si’s old friend, Dani, and her significant other, Fred. The pub only opened the previous night, so this was to be the opening party. It was an intimate affair with a small but enthusiastic audience, but the fun really started after we had packed up. We were staying in the pub overnight, so we left the gear packed away on stage and took to a table with the staff to drink and chat and ended up with an acoustic jam session, with Ed and Si on guitar and Paul grabbing what he could find out of the percussion bag. We played 3 or 4 numbers not included in the evening’s set plus jammed a few that we don’t play (A Little Respect sounding like it could join the live show at some point in the future). The party ended at about 4:00 AM, with the pub staff due to start again at 7:30 with the breakfast orders…

Ninja Duck Missed The Bus

Ninja Duck Missed The Bus

The next morning we headed to Worthing, Si’s hometown, for bacon butties at his parents’ home. Si introduced Ed and Paul to his nephew, Austin, who went into a screaming fit at the sight of them. You’d think he would have grown out of such things at the age of 22.

A pub lunch in the Hare and Hounds and it was time to head to The Smugglers Return for the evening. The gig was moved forward to 8:00 due to the England match starting at 11:00, so we got on early and hit the ground running. The pub wasn’t as busy as normal as the football seemed to keep many away, but the crowd was a healthy size and got into the silliness very quickly. We’d just like to thank the staff and crowd at the Smugglers for their generosity – at the end of the evening we put out a bucket for donations to Si’s Mum’s forthcoming Race For Life (this coming Sunday) and were blown away by the £50 that people threw in. Sincerest thanks to all who so kindly donated.

"Using a bassist as the drum kit. So many levels of right!" - Gav Best.

“Using a bassist as the drum kit. So many levels of right!” – Gav Best.

Before long the night was over and we headed back with a small crowd to Si’s friends’, Jenny and Gareth, for drinks, footie and bed. The plan was an ‘early’ night so we were fresh for the morning trip home. As the football came to a close, two friends (who shall remain nameless, although one was mentioned in the previous sentence and the other shares his first name with Si.) flagged and started checking their eyelids for holes. Ed took a moment to take the piss, commenting on how rock ‘n’ roll they were, before promptly passing out himself.

The good news is that Paul and Si also turned in much earlier than the previous night. It was 3:30 this time.

The journey home the following day was a much more civilised affair, with the journey taking a mere 4 hours. It was also notable in that we overtook Wallace and Gromit on the A27 out of Worthing:

Cracking Cheese!

Cracking Cheese!

Both pubs are keen to have us back, so we’ll be looking at a return trip for early 2015.

This week we only have one gig – Sunday afternoon at The Wrekin from 4:00. Sadly, Friday’s debut visit to The Turf in St. Georges has been cancelled due to unforeseen circumstances, along with the Fortune Tellers’ convention.

In other news, Ed’s debut Unlawful Men CD has had a second pressing and is again available for order – please e-mail edcase@losttheplotband.co.uk to order a copy, including a fiver and promises that you will actually listen to it.

Last week Ed took an electric version of the band to the Newport Open Mic including Paul on drums and Si driving the sound desk. A review can be read at Newport Open Mic Blog

As usual, keep up with Plot News on Facebook, Twitter and at LostThePlotBand.co.uk

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Diesel Do

April 9, 2014

The last gig of March was a return to The Malthouse in Ironbridge. As ever the room was full and the crowd were great. Our pet photographer, Dave “Matthew Thomas” The Camera, brought a group of friends from work. At first it seems they didn’t quite understand what he’d brought them to, but it didn’t take long for them to relax and join in the fun. I think it was the act of throwing the ducks that did it.

Ed in action

Ed in action

This last weekend was a bit different. Once again we were heading for Aberystwyth for a weekend of drunken debauchery and rock ‘n’ roll. Well, some rock ‘n’ roll, at any rate.

On Friday we were at Rummers, a regular for us. The band always starts at 10:00 here as it’s a student pub and they don’t tend to wake up early enough to get to the pub any earlier. As it turns out, someone had switched their alarm clock off, as the pub was still pretty empty as we saddled up to hit them with everything we’d got. It’s always a worry when this happens, especially when it’s a pub where the audience is normally too large for the room, but things soon switched round. It was almost as if they had been waiting outside for us to start. It wasn’t long before we had no room to move and all we could do was play. Another cracker.

Rummers Rammed

Rummers Rammed

We started Saturday with a walk along the beach at Ynyslas, Paul’s wife and daughter and Matthew having joined us for the weekend. The weather was lovely as we set off, warm if a little overcast.

The Beach

The Beach

As we reached the mouth of the river and started to return we spotted a car on the river’s edge, stuck in the water. A group of “Youngsters” had decided to drive onto the sand, not realising how soft it was near the water’s edge. After half an hour or so of taking the mickey, we decided to go over and help them. After we’d had an ice cream. By the time we reached them they had got the car moving, selfishly allowing us to walk all the way over to them first! You can just about make them out on the far left of this picture of Paul being amazed at the fact that he could read a sign unaided.

Stranded Car

Stranded Car

Instead, we turned round and headed for home, only for the rain to start. From this point we had about a mile to walk in steadily increasing levels of rain. We should have taken this as a sign of how the weekend would progress from here…

At 5:30 we left for Scholars, a pub we last played almost a year ago. The management has changed, but that wouldn’t cause us a problem. Would it?

It turned out the landlady had double booked us. The other act had already dropped all his gear in earlier in the day, so we decided that discretion was the better part of valour and headed home for a curry and some wine, inviting our landlady for the weekend, Jood York, along for the ride. Despite not playing, we had a great night. Not what we had expected, but the perfect way to spend an evening.

The next day, however, was far from perfect.

It all started with breakfast. As his family were here, Paul decided that he’d stay on and follow in the car, while Ed and Si took the van home. Whilst supping tea and munching on toast, the issue of re-fuelling the van came up.

“Remind me, is it petrol or diesel?” Asked Ed.

“Petrol” replied Paul, “Only the finest.”

“Unleaded then!” from Ed.

“No four star!” from Si.

We packed, loaded the van and tidied up before leaving Paul and his family to enjoy the Welsh Coast a few hours more.

We drove into Aber again to pick up Matthew to drive him home to Telford. Although he’d got a return train ticket, a ride with us would be more fun. It started with a barracking as he was 15 minutes late at the designated meeting point, but this was soon forgotten. We pulled into the petrol station and manoeuvred past a van at the first pump. Si jumped out to watch Ed reverse, guiding the van back far enough to allow him to put the petrol in easily.

We jumped back in the van, Matthew opening bags of sweets as an apology for his lateness and we were off!

For about 2 minutes. Halfway between two mini roundabouts, which stood about 15 feet from one another, the engine died.

A couple of fruity words and then silence as we digested what had just happened and all came to the same conclusion simultaneously. The van’s a diesel.

After reversing it to a (relatively) position, Ed rang Paul. Who thought he was on the wind up and hung up.

Paul rang Si to discover very quickly that it wasn’t. “But you know it’s a diesel!!!” he protested.

“We asked you this morning to be sure!” we both protested back.

Happy

Happy

Long story short, we had to get the van towed and the fuel system drained. Last night we hadn’t earned the money we expected and this afternoon we ended up with a £300 bill of petrol, draining and diesel. Ah well.

We could discuss who was at fault, who put the wrong fuel in, who gave the wrong information and who didn’t detect the wind up until we’re blue in the face, but it wouldn’t change what’s happened. We don’t work a blame culture at Plot Towers.

We’re at The Dun Cow in Shrewsbury this Friday and, after a private function on Saturday, back at The Wrekin on Sunday afternoon.

See you soon!

Idiot Who Was at Fault But Won't Be Named

There is no reason for this photo to be here. It’s just a nice photo.

Return To Borth

July 29, 2013

We played two new venues this week. Friday we were at The Coracle in Shrewsbury. For the most part the crowd were warm and welcoming, although there were two or three people who didn’t seem to get it and sat with steely glares, wondering what was going on around them. No matter, we were having fun and the rest were coming along for the ride. The duck throwing was relatively tame tonight, although this could be a good thing as our collection is getting extremely depleted at the moment! we had fun here and it looks like we’ll be back in the New year – keep an eye on www.LostThePlotBand.co.uk/gigs/ for more news.

The evening ended with silliness after the pub had cleared out. Clatter went off to chat with the Landlord and relieve him of some cash but seemed to be taking a while. Edcase and WeeMann decided to go outside and wait in the van and, as is often the case, start driving off with the idea of winding Clatter up. As he was still chatting in the other bar he was completely unaware of this, so the lads parked the van opposite the front door before going back in to the bar and waiting. When he finally re-emerged we all walked out the front door, Clatter in the lead walking straight past his van to go to where he had last seen it at the back of the pub… The panic on his face as he saw it had gone was a picture, made even funnier when he saw where it was actually parked.

Ed-ding in the Right Direction

Ed-ding in the Right Direction

On Saturday morning we headed off to Borth again, this time to perform two sets at the Victoria Inn. The first was an afternoon set in the beer garden backing onto the beach, due to start at 3:00PM. Unfortunately we hit several traffic jams and didn’t arrive there until after 3:00, but this was no problem. We actually set up on the balcony overlooking the beer garden and beach and were joined by Den York, a friend of ours who lives locally and can play pretty much any instrument you throw at him. For both sets Den added electric guitar and played a blinder, barely dropping a note despite not knowing what song was coming next, let alone what key it would be in.

The afternoon set was a stripped back (i.e. no hats, toys, ducks, etc), laid back affair made all the better by an extremely receptive audience including Jim, a Liverpudlian musician/comedian who, it was decided, was a dead spit of WeeMann and who added some good natured heckling, pointing out that Video Killed The Radio Star was a seventies release, not an eighties one as we regularly announce. Pedant!

The Twins

The Twins

After finishing a couple of sets on the balcony, we started to move the gear inside in time for the evening session, at which point the heavens opened and it didn’t stop raining again until we finished loading the van at the end of the evening. Another great set and another great audience and we’ll be back again at the end of August.

We stayed at Den’s overnight, drinking into the wee small hours. As a result, Clatter was in a less than jolly mood on Sunday for the journey home. We stopped at a cafe in Machynlleth where we had a great breakfast, but even this didn’t cheer him up. We did a great job of making him even grumpier by suggesting that the reason he felt rough was the fact that he was lacking part 10. Right until the end of the journey he couldn’t figure out what we were talking about:

Lacking Pt 10

Lacking Pt 10

The weekend ended with another round of Band Buckaroo, this time with WeeMann winning with this simple, yet effective display. The skill here was to avoid waking Clatter up by spilling any of the opened can of drink:

Buckaroo

Buckaroo

We’ve got a couple of weeks off now as we enter holiday season, so our next gigs are the 9th, 10th and 11th of August. On the Friday we’re straight back down to Borth to play at the Brynrodyn Caravan Park again, before heading to Wem for our fist visit to the Lower Lacon Caravan Park on the Saturday and finally to Old Faithful, The Telegraph in Shrewsbury on Sunday afternoon.

We’ve then got another 2 week break before we head south to the Great Dorset Steam Fair. We’re really looking forward to this – approx 20 000 visitors over 5 days and we have 3 sets – Wednesday, Thursday and Friday evenings. If you’re interested in coming along, order tickets at www.gdsf.co.uk.

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So many gigs, too little time for blog. So, a quick roundup of the last couple of weeks.

Following Clavstock weekend we had a second 4-gig weekend on the trot.

It started on the Friday with a trip to the Welsh coast, to Aberystwyth and Rummers Wine Bar. Always a great gig, with the town’s student population stopping there on their way into or back out of town. This time, however, uni had finished for the summer, so what would the crowd be like? We needn’t have worried as it was graduation day for a large chunk of them and the pub was rammed, despite one of the hottest day so far this year.

Clatter dressed for the summer

Clatter dressed for the summer

Sunday and we were back to Brynrodyn Caravan Park in Borth. It was still hot, but tonight we had air conditioning. This performance went far better than our previous gig here as we had a much larger and more attentive audience this time including an 18th birthday party.

On Sunday morning we left Wales to return to Old Faithful, The Wrekin. Again, the temperature was hotter than the previous day and again we were pleasantly surprised by the number of people who stayed inside to watch us. Many more were outside, having the sense to get some fresh air while the opportunity was there and avoid the now obligatory flying ducks.

As soon as we finished packing up we took to Moby Dick to head to Stone in Staffordshire where we were playing the final set for the Stone Music And Arts Festival after The Christians finished their set. We weren’t, however, on the festival stage. Our set was a wind down for the staff and organisers of the festival, along with anyone else left standing, at Langtrys. As such we were surrounded by some very tired and, frankly, drunk people. WeeMann’s mic stand took a beating when one patron lost his footing and it now resembles a piece of modern art more than a functioning mic stand. It’s generally agreed that it looks better this way though, so it’ll stay as it is for the time being:

The Banana Stand

The Banana Stand

This weekend was a short one with only two gigs; The Crown in Oakengates on Thursday and The Boar’s Head in Shrewsbury on Saturday. The Crown was another opportunity to play outside, although we had to keep the volume well down. Once again ducks flew, water was thrown and dogs were drowned. Edcase decided to perform away from the other band members, on the other side of the walkway, citing the fact that it would give everyone a bit more room. Clatter and WeeMann were overheard discussing the fact that he needed to be away from them as he hadn’t washed his gig shirt in about 14 gigs.

The gig finished with John Ellis commenting “That was a corker!”

“It was heading into Shindig territory,” replied pub regular Tom Tom.

The Crown 18 5 13

The Crown

And finally to The Boar’s Head. Whether it was the heat, the beer festival just up the road, or a combination of the above, the crowd was somewhat smaller than the band are generally used to. In fact, the arrival of two of WeeMann’s friends from down South doubled the audience size in a stroke. As a result, we took requests and personalised the set for the people who were there, one man in particular being surprised when he asked for “Something from Deliverance” and we immediately burst into Duelling Banjos.

On Friday we’re heading to another new pub for us, The Coracle, in Sundorne, Shrewsbury and then onto The Victoria Inn in Borth. We look forward to seeing you there.

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A Day In The Life…

June 20, 2013

We documented a recent trip to Shrewsbury. Watch and see what happened. Part II will follow shortly.

After a weekend off we returned at full strength to Shrewsbury’s Dun Cow in Abbey Foregate. When I say full strength, all I mean is that Clatter was with us again. He’s not yet fully recovered, but is well enough to play.

Last time we visited the Dun Cow was last August bank holiday weekend – it was tipping it down and there was something big going on in town, so we ended up playing to about 5 people (bar staff included). This time, however, the place was full to bursting and the crowd loved everything, including a couple of new numbers which got their first airing tonight.

Patting ourselves on the back, we decided to stop at McDonalds in Wellington for some grub on the way home. As we moved between the Drive-Thru windows, Ed commented on a funny noise from under the bonnet. We decided to pull just round the corner to check it out, which is when Ed discovered the lack of power steering. “Let’s pull up over there,” said Paul, pointing at a lay-by. We went sailing by. Turns out the brakes had gone too.

When we finally pulled up (all of us with our feet dragging on the ground, Flintstones-style) we quickly found the problem – a shredded auxiliary belt. On the plus side, the breakdown truck was pretty quick, but on the downside, he only had room to take two of us. WeeMann had to call a cab to travel the last few minutes home. Good old Moby Dick.

The Broken Belt

The Broken Belt

As a result we had to take two cars to Saturday’s gig at The Green Man in Milwich, Staffs. A tight squeeze, but we got everything in, including our pet photographer, Dave:

Dave The Camera

Dave The Camera

Our last gig here was our last gig of 2012, where a coach party stopped off halfway through the first set and didn’t leave. This time the locals had heard about us and filled the place. Rather than try to describe how it went, here’s a video that Dave has put together from the night:

This weekend we’re off to Welsh Wales again. On this visit we’re playing at Brynrodyn Caravan Park on Friday and Scholars on Saturday. Fingers crossed that Newspaper Man doesn’t come along again. If he does, we’ll bloody well get him involved this time!

On the way home we’re popping back into The Wrekin Inn in Wellington for a party. We’ll be on about 3:00.

See you soon.

Attack Of The Clones

December 17, 2012

There’s a phrase that’s become popularised since the advent of texting – WTF? This is a phrase we found ourselves using most of the weekend, as we played a couple of the most bizarre gigs any of us has been party to.

The weekend started innocuously enough with a quiet evening at the Music Club Millenium Hall in Moreton, just east of Newport.  An old haunt of Edcase’s, this is a private members club in a small village’s community centre.  Due to the layout of the bar, we could see everyone and thus everyone could see us.  As a result this made it quite an easy gig for holding their attention (something that you generally struggle to do in the average pub) – once they were onboard (some point during the first number) we never lost them.

The Invisible Drum Kit

The Invisible Drum Kit

Saturday was, at first glance, going to be a different story.  This was our third gig at The Talbot Inn.  Last time we played there Moby Dick broke down and as we pulled up, Clatter pointed out a strange noise she was making again, just as she had in the run up to that gig…

We climbed out and went into the pub wearing our Xmas hats to meet a bemused Alan.  “Are you playing tonight?” he asked. “I’d forgotten.  I haven’t promoted it, so it may be quiet tonight.”  Not a good start.

Once we’d set up, we sat having a drink and a chat with some friends brought along by our long time friend, Sarah.  Judging by the conversation, and despite them not really being aware of what they were about to witness, we figured they’d get our sense of humour.  On the downside, as we chatted, more of the already small crowd were leaving the pub.  This wasn’t looking good.

Still, we thrive in adversity, so we plugged in and went for it.  As is often the case, despite a quiet start, the pub did start filling up as we played.  Granted there weren’t as many as at the previous 2 visits, but we ended up with a respectable crowd, nonetheless.

Where things started going strange, however, was towards the end of our second set.

As a band, we have an official stalker.  Shelley comes to a few of our gigs.  Well, when we say a few, we mean pretty much every one.  An old workmate of WeeMann’s, Shelley is a fan of live music and spends most weekends visiting live music venues.  The last few months have seen her trailing the band round the Midlands and beyond in the hope that we’ll one day impress her with our show.  Last week she insisted on taking some photos of us after our Wrekin gig; proper “Sensible” photos.  Little did we know what she had up her sleeve (apart from her arm).

As anyone who has seen us will know, we enjoy using masks as a way of making ourselves look prettier – Katy Perry, Ant & Dec and, most recently, Jedward have all made an appearance.  Last night, as we kicked into eighties classic, Don’t You Want Me, we noticed Shelley moving throughout the crowd.  Thinking nothing of it, we motored towards the chorus, ready to impress with our faultless three part harmonies, whereupon a sea of familiar faces started moving towards us like a zombie apocalypse.

WeeMann found himself staring at Edcase, Edcase at Clatter.  But these were people in the audience. How…?  Wha…?  Whe…?

It dawned on us – the audience were wearing masks with our faces printed on them.  This was one of the most surreal moments in our collective gigging lives.  We were all laughing so hard we struggled to keep going.  Clatter had an asthma attack from laughing so hard, WeeMann was crying and couldn’t sing, Edcase considered stopping the song to allow us to compose ourselves.

?!?!?!

Disturbing!

We carried on and made it to the end of the song, having to take a few moments before the next.  It was generally agreed that we couldn’t remember a funnier moment from any gig any of us had played before.

On top of this, one of our ducks has been taken away for a holiday.  We were approached during the break by Merv, who had been the recipient of a flying duck during the first set.  He asked if he could take the duck as he travelled abroad in the new year.  As a result, Biker Duck will be visiting Russia and Italy, amongst other destinations, next year.  Merv has promised to send us regular updates as he travels, so we’ll keep you updated on his journey.

Sunday saw our first trip out to Baschurch, north of Shrewsbury, to play at the grand opening of Cafe Saffron’s new curry restaurant in the Admiral Duncan.  The evening started with the crowd unsure of what they were witnessing, but before too long they started getting into the spirit of the event.  As we sat down during our first break, the landlord approached with a couple of ladies, discussing arrangements for backing music.  What was going on?

It transpired that we were one of two acts on this evening, the second being Emma, a belly dancer.  After sorting out their backing music, Clatter sat transfixed:

Emma

Clatter sits transfixed

Clatter

A Stunned Clatter

The audience suddenly seemed much larger while Emma performed, shrinking away again as we re-took the stage.  Not sure what was going on there…

We ended up playing three sets, finishing after 10 and ready for the trudge home.

This week we’ll be playing our last couple of gigs before the Xmas break.  On Thursday we’re at The Crown in Oakengates, a great little real ale pub.  Landlord John Ellis is a big fan of his ale, which is great by us, and also of entertainment.  This one should be a cracker as our friend, Chris Payne, is using the evening as an unofficial leaving party prior to moving abroad.

A night off on Friday for the end of the world (we’d rather not miss it by being engrossed in our set) before our last gig of 2012 at The Green Man in Milwich, Staffordshire.

We’ll report back on these gigs next week.

Heads

These people must not be allowed into the pub.

Autumn Update

October 18, 2012

So, the autumn is upon us, the clocks will be going back next weekend and the band are having a well deserved weekend off. Clatter is planning to use his time wisely, bringing Moby Dick back to life after she broke down on the way to our recent gig at The Talbot Inn and resting his damaged knee, WeeMann is heading south to become Godfather to his nephew, following an afternoon at a beer festival and Edcase will, doubtless, be figuring out what other songs he can play on Flash, his pet bouzouki.

Clatter & Moby Dick

Clatter & Moby Dick in happier times.

Assuming Clatter gets Dick working again, we’ll be heading north in a week’s time to commence our Scotch North Of The Border Tour 2012, taking in such prestigious venues as Legends in Dundee and the Chapter & Verse and Vine & Monkey in Forfar. Having learnt important lessons during the recent Welsh Tour Of Wales the band should be leaner, slicker and more professional. Time will tell…

Our diary is filling up rapidly for November and December, with the Non-Festive International Xmas Tour 2012 kicking off in style at The Bell & Talbot in Bridgnorth on Saturday 24 November, visiting Shrewsbury, Aberystwyth, Wellington, Moreton, St. Georges and Oakengates, before climaxing at our first gig in Staffordshire. Please have a look at the Lost The Plot Gig Page for details.

Finally, if you know of a pub, club or party that would benefit from the company of three idiots, please send us the details to edcase@losttheplotband.co.uk and point them in the direction of our website. We’re already working on filling the diary for 2013 and would love to be able to fit in some new venues.

If you can’t make it to Dundee, we’ll see you again at our next local gig on Friday 2 November at Shrewsbury’s Telegraph Vaults.

In November, we’ll be playing as part of an evening of music and curry at Burton Borough School, performing alongside the school’s much praised Big Band.  It’s a ticket only event priced at £10 for the evening.  Please e-mail us on info@losttheplotband.co.uk for details and tickets.

STOP PRESS:

MOBY DICK LIVES!!!  The Dick has been returned to Clatter’s home in a fully functioning state.  Clatter was unavailable for comment as we went to press, but was last seen stroking his beloved van, weeping quietly to himself and mumbling something about never forgetting to oil her again.

Fingers crossed we make it to Dundee and back…

In the last of our series of articles, this week we focus on WeeMann, bass and triangle player for the band. Find out what happened to the multi-million pound inheritance to which he was heir and what happened when he announced his dislike for cider.  All this and more on our Band Pages.

WeeMann

WeeMann

Coming soon we will have articles on our guest musicians. Keep your eyes peeled for more information.

A couple of successful gigs this week.  Friday’s first trip to The Old Post Office in Shrewsbury went very well indeed, with the crowd getting into our brand of stupid from the start.  Saturday started a little badly as our van broke down on the way to the gig at The Talbot in St. Georges. Landlord Alan kindly lent us his van to help get the gear to the pub while Clatter waited for the breakdown van, but once we got set up things went well.

These gigs saw the introduction of Edcase’s bouzouki, christened Flash, into the band’s arsenal. A different sound to the guitar, it’s basically a larger, lower tuned mandolin and gives a great new colour to songs like Irish Rover and Saturday’s new addition to the set, Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da.

We leave for our epic Scotch North Of The Border Tour 2012 next week.  If you’re in the Dundee area, check out Gigs Calendar for details of dates and venues.