Just got back from a weeks holiday which we put on hold for a day to go to our old friend Wils' wedding. The invitations were sent by word of mouth but all the guests managed to gravitate to the right place at the right time. The organist at St Mary's church seemed to have taken the brown acid and was only using the bass and treble keys on the keyboard but the ceremony passed with nary a hitch. On to the reception at a large marquee just nor' west of Rudge.
Superb food, embarrassing anecdotes and quaffage of grape and grain followed. The Detectives played during the evening entertainment which ended with karaoke style versions of Teenage Kicks, Take the Skinheads Bowling, the Banana Splits song and a scraped together attempt at Dirty Ol' Town - lovely sub X-Factor vocals from Mike Tozer and Mark himself. Apologies to my cuss' Joss' mate Justin we were just too pissed to attempt the Ramones cover.
Andy nearly didn't make it as we had forgotten to tell him the venue, Paul got hammered (but still kept the beat), Steve stepped in on bass for the finale, Chris Andy and myself dredged up songs we hadn't played for years and Ivan had to BUY! a pint.
The lovely Gill was unsure about the whole invitation business as she has not had our experience of Mr Wilsons "piss-up in a brewery" approach to organising his entire life but had to admit it was a fine day out. Oh, and she also saved the day by nipping back to Frome to fetch the decks from our garage as the bloody disco - some bloke Sinjun or something like that (paid in advance no less) failed to turn up.
D.J Eyeball Paul stood in and kept the dancefloor grooving as the night slowly wound down.
Superb food, embarrassing anecdotes and quaffage of grape and grain followed. The Detectives played during the evening entertainment which ended with karaoke style versions of Teenage Kicks, Take the Skinheads Bowling, the Banana Splits song and a scraped together attempt at Dirty Ol' Town - lovely sub X-Factor vocals from Mike Tozer and Mark himself. Apologies to my cuss' Joss' mate Justin we were just too pissed to attempt the Ramones cover.
Andy nearly didn't make it as we had forgotten to tell him the venue, Paul got hammered (but still kept the beat), Steve stepped in on bass for the finale, Chris Andy and myself dredged up songs we hadn't played for years and Ivan had to BUY! a pint.
The lovely Gill was unsure about the whole invitation business as she has not had our experience of Mr Wilsons "piss-up in a brewery" approach to organising his entire life but had to admit it was a fine day out. Oh, and she also saved the day by nipping back to Frome to fetch the decks from our garage as the bloody disco - some bloke Sinjun or something like that (paid in advance no less) failed to turn up.
D.J Eyeball Paul stood in and kept the dancefloor grooving as the night slowly wound down.
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