The Roaring Forties!

Four shows in five days in our forties in the forties! Good God! As Noel Coward once wrote.  Only mad dogs and Lola Boys! Well, almost! Our fiercest gigging week combines with this furnace friggin heat. Certainly not for the weak! Were we hot hot hot or what? It was a scorcher of a semana here on the Iberian Peninsula and we sincerely sizzled folks! Like two old bangers who hadn’t been pricked. I turned to Andrew during one of our performances and could have sworn I was appearing  in an old […]

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