The Plough, Tiptoe

Last night's gig at The Plough was memorable for a number of reasons.

Billy forgot his leads and had a mad dash home to fetch them, only to arrive back at the pub at the same time that I got there - which was about 5 minutes before they were due on!

The pub was packed, the band was on tip-top (in Tiptoe!) form, and the punters loved it - and were not slow to show their appreciation.

Yabs put in an awesome performance, especially given circumstances that I only found out about after the gig. You are a true professional sir, and without a doubt the best tribute 'Parfitt' on the circuit. We salute you, and will be thinking of you this week mate.

The band were crammed in to a small enclave in the pub, with punters in front, behind (!) and down the side of them. The side-on view presented a rare chance to watch Mark ripping into his drums, and boy was he on form! Amazing stuff!

Original Bogus bassist and 24 carat diamond 'geezer' Geoff was there to support the lads, with his lovely girlfriend Debs. Great to see you guys!

Also in the crowd was the BIGGEST dog I have ever seen! Weird! I kid you not, it was the size of a small horse!

And finally, we had the odd goings on at the end....

Now, if you have booked a band and want them to finish at a particular time what would you do? Talk to them before they go on perhaps? No? Catch a word at half time maybe? No? OK, then how about 10 minutes before the 'witching' hour you wait for a gap in the songs and have a word with 'Rossi'? No?!

Well this is how they do it at The Plough....

1. Middle of song send in barmaid to stand next to drums at the back and to wave and yell something at the drummer. Naturally Mark shrugs his shoulders (pretty clever actually, remember he was playing!) and nods toward Tony...

2. Plan A has clearly failed, so now send in Mrs Plough, to stand next to Yabs and glare at band. (yeah, I mean, as if that's going to work!) (we're talking serious glaring here folks, I think Billy was worried he'd pulled again!)

3. Plan B failed, so in goes Mr Plough to wander amongst the band (remember, they're still playing their socks off at this point!) pointing, waving, glaring, yelling. Then off he runs round the back...

(at this point I seriously thought he was going to pull the power!)

Finally, a very short version of Rockin is completed (the guys have sussed that something's up!), and in marches Mrs Plough again demanding that amps are switched off. The cries of 'More!' make no difference (what! a Bogus gig without Rain!), and even Sir Dave of Big gets the treatment when he starts up some background music.... 'Switch that off NOW!'

Hope you like the photos.....!