Evening all – bit of a mad dash today on the old ToT, as the wife and child have dived off on their hols and I’m left at home all alone. Which obviously means I’ve been spending more time in the pub and at gigs than I have listening to the choicest tunes with a view to presenting them to you of a Thursday evening
Never fear though, I’ve come through for you … read on.
I think we’ve finally managed to dry out after a rather brilliant (if thoroughly pissy-arsed) Chilled Cider at the Square & Compass in Worth Matravers (a village which according to whoever modified the sign is twinned with Royston Vasey), though I’m not sure if my liver has recovered after too many pints of the local loony juice. In spite of this epic bender over the weekend, I’ve returned to bless your lug’oles with more finely selected tunes …