Never Rains But It Pours!

Oh balls, it never rains but it pours! Now, with four days left before leaving our drummer has decided not to tour with us! So now WaTp are down to two and it's looking pretty thin on the ice but, as Churchill famously said, we will fight them on the beaches....we will never surrender!

Although that's not really appropriate in any way regarding drummer's leaving bands I suppose. And we're not fighting anyone, although we may cross a beach or two. But we'll certainly never surrender! Though technically someone has to be fighting you for you to surrender and no-ones fighting us. Except perhaps the gods. So maybe it works.

Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Time to rally then! Simon will be greatly missed but the show must go on. Will and I are frantically trying to re-create the sound again, three days to go and we have to work out a set between the two of us. The countdown begins!

Plus we spent all yesterday trying to insure Papa Lewis on my friends camper van but all in abject vain. No-one will insure him as he's 23 and the cut off is 24! So we're back to Dusty, the original red VW, now only with three people to weigh her down. What a shambles we are. Love it!

Wish us luck. I feel bad for Will who's not really had much luck this year, what with being dropped and band members constantly coming and going. I think he deserves a break in the industry more than most by now and I hope the wind favors him more next year.

Still, off we go again!

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