Says it all really - good on Freya and Seb at The White Hart for putting this on having been suitably encouraged by one or two blokes from the group...!
Another rather Magnificent weekend down on the South Coast at the LymeFolk Festival - casting long, black shadows and nearly spelling something! Thanks to all who came and saw us and said such nice things about our performances. More photos and info can be found at https://www.facebook.com/lymefolk/ and https://www.lymefolk.com.
Fair warning to all the fair folk of Lyme Regis, that this day they will be invaded by the Be-blackened Singing Hordes from the North (North North Wiltshire branch) of Those Magnificent Singing Blokes from Ashton Keynes.
It's fair to say that we had rather a pleasant time at our first trip to Cotswold Distillery and their festival... flags were fluttering, we lumbered around the place, blackening the scene with our outfits and purveying quality BlokeSong at every opportunity and location, without the aid of amplification. All good fun indeed, topped off by a decent spot of nosh and a darn good sing-song in a pub not too far away and more or less on the way home. And the "incident"...? We'll draw a veil on that for now until it is lost in the myths of time...
It is with no little sadness that we mark the passing of another summer of Spookyness. Very much a case of sad they have left us, but glad that they came. Many of us had the good fortune to see them once or twice and marvel at their acute harmonies and utter daftness and sheer deftness of performance, teasing us with plaintive songs about the modern, much-muddled, male and many others.
He is the effervescent choir leader extraordinaire, CyberSinging enthusiast, Pop-up ChoirMeister and creative genius behind two Magnificent BlokeFest classics that we have wholeheartedly adopted ("Alone in my Shed" and "Man flu") and our very own, specially commissioned (first) 10th Anniversary Song "Bloke", and he is coming to Ashton Keynes tonight to lead a summer session whilst our belovéd ChoirMeister Mr Samuel is away with the Spookys. What does he have in store for us? No one knows (probably not even himself). Will it be something to remember? Most definitely. Will there be a spot of popping into The White Hart to rehydrate afterwards? Only time will tell but be warned and be there after 9:30pm if you wish to witness the consequences of letting Roger loose with a bunch of singing blokes...!