Sunday 27 April 2014

A half gig.

For Jo's party, she asked a selection of the hard-core Open Mic Nighters to come along and entertain was what a suspiciously young crowd. Some of the TLOGS were there, some of the Byron Project, and this week's line-up of Vacant Landing.

And so, for one night only, it was a big West Meon welcome for the Vacant Gits Project.

Bonus Quiz Question: which member of VGP doesn't know how 'Hey Jude' goes? Answer on 0898 672910 (£3.50/min)

The JC Tour continues....

Hardly had the famous dust settled from the opening gig of the Jacques Cousteau Tour than we were back down to the Thomas Lord for our second session down there in eight days. It was Graham and Vikki's wedding anniversary bash - somebody did tell me what particular anniversary it was, but I didn't believe it could be that many - and it was, in theory, a closed pub/invite-only bash. You could have fooled me - from behind the organ it looked like the whole of the village was there anyway. Maybe that's why we all love West Meon.

Anyway, we weren't the only band there - it was a bit of an allsorts evening, but we thought we played well, and had a thoroughly good time. And you know the TLOGS Motto: we enjoy ourselves; if anyone else does, it's a bonus.

Many congratulations to G & V.

Friday 18 April 2014

Sssshh - top secret



This is a Northrop Grumman B2  'Stealth' bomber. It is famous for many reasons. It is almost undetectable, using a clever combination of black, radar-absorbing paint and by having not a single square edge on it. Its payload has unimaginable power, and strikes fear into the heart on the unwelcome. There's hardly a distinguishing feature to be seen on it - not a badge, not a label, not nuffink. 'Stealth' indeed - no other name suited it.

So, we are proud to present what must be called, using the same reasoning, the Thomas Lord Old Gits' Stealth Trailer:

Tuesday 1 April 2014

Finally....the Jacques Cousteau Tour starts.

Most of Southern England had a bit of a shock on Monday: cars from Kent to Cornwall had a fine layer of dust on them. The meteorologists had a fancy explanation that involved low pressure to the West of Africa sending Saharan dust high into the atmosphere, then north, whence it was rain-washed to the English countryside. This is utter bollocks of course - the day the Met Office get anything right will be the day they explain why there has been no Global Warming for seventeen years.

It's far simpler than that: the Thomas Lord Old Gits opened the 2014 Jacques Cousteau Tour at their home pub, and, without a shadow of a doubt, whipped up one hell of  storm. We were on great form - smoothly continuing our form from Monday's rehearsal. Perfect for blowing the cobwebs - and dust - out of the system.

Nice to see Tod and Helen getting into the spirit of Jacques Cousteau by flooding their house ten minutes before we were due to start playing. Luckily, a stopcock was eventually found, and the TLOGS were able to carry on and perform. As Helen so succinctly put it at about midnight, "Fsssr sshmuffin fssogggle nug tee hee burp!"