A tad tardy, but he's a few pics from the Rhythm Riot last year. It was tip top, but I seemed to be too drunk to actually see any of the bands or take any pics of them. Anyway, here are a few of the gang.
Those pesky kids, The Caezars, came down to cause some musical mischief at The Bottletop Club. A big crowd came along to shake a leg and any other body parts that worked.
There were smiley faces.
A salty-looking sea dog.
Three cool cats.
Murder on the dance floor.
Lew Lewis and the Twilight Trio rockin'.
The Caezars sweated buckets for the cause of rock 'n' roll.
Sue trying to get Danny to put a bit of Kelly Marie into the set. He wasn't buying it. A tip-top night nevertheless.
The rockin' nights at UCA, organised by Phil, are always a laugh. Whether it's rammed out or not, everyone enjoys themselves. So a big thank you to Phil, Trish and Graham and everyone else who turns up to shake a leg. Here are a few pics from the last one with the Pulsators. Tip top.
After travelling for what seemed like 40 days and 40 nights, Phil and I eventually got up to Lytham for the Hoedown Weekender. It was at Fort San Antone, a massive western-style, wooden dance hall.
A weekend of top hillbilly/western swing was promised, and that's what we got.
Unfortunately, I got so excited I accidently drank too much and was unable to take that many photos. So I'll just list some bits that are missing.
The Taps pub in Lytham was fantastic - a World War 2 re-enactment weekend meant it was full of GIs, spivs and Nazis. And all the barmaids were landgirls! And the beer was only £2.70 a pint. An American paratrooper knocked over Phil's pint with his rifle.
The DJs played top music all weekend. Although they only played 'Waitin' in Line' 33 times, which we thought wasn't enough. The Doggone Honkabillies were brilliant as usual. There was lots of moonshine. And a carvery.
Sue was astonished by the size of the portions.
The Del Rio Ramblers put on a top show.
Dungarees were de rigueur.
As were beards.
Mick ordering one pint.
And here's a little behind-the-scenes action of Phil sorting out Andy's barnet.
"More Black & White please."
The Doel Brothers rocked the house, as usual.
Willie kept an eye on proceedings, making sure no line dancers turned up!
It was an absolutely fantastic weekender, we've already booked the cabins for next year. Yee Haw!
The Rockabilly Rave this year was probably the best one I've been to. Absolutely tip top. The bands, DJs, all the old and new faces, the ukelele extravaganza, the complete ridiculousness of it all. Magnifico.
Here's a small selection of the ridiculousness.
We had a little uke jam on the balcony which we enjoyed, not too sure about the neighbours mind you. Anyway, slide geetarist extraordinaire to the stars, Phil Morgan, joined us. He almost made it listeneable.
Whatever you do, don't look at Sue Fisher's video on Facebook. But if you do, mute it.
Lauren can hardly control her excitement.
It only looks like Sue's giving Rose the evils, she's not really.
Rose has just seen the photo of Sue giving her the evils.
Always follow directions from a man in a fez. That's the law.
The Muttonchop brothers.
We met John and Catrin all the way from Welsh Wales.
Sue spent the whole weekend looking for a man in a kilt. She finally found one of these frenchies sporting one. Tres bon.
As well as lots of standing around there's also top dancing. Here Phil and Ingrid demonstrate the chair-chair-cha-boogie.
The Fez Fandango.
The It's-my-round rhumba.
The Air Andy.
And if that gets too boring there's always the rides.
That's more like it, peace and quiet.
All the stars are very approachable too, not that they have much choice!
A Caezar with the ladies.
A Dave and Deke Combo Dave.
A fast-fingered Phil Morgan.
We're definitely getting one of these for next year. Tip top.
Sue jacked in her job last year to do something she really wanted to do instead - brew beer. And everything came to a wonderful frothy head when she piloted her very own brew a couple of weeks ago.
It was made at Gadds' Ramsgate Brewery as part of the International Women's Collaboration Brew Day. Brewsters (lady brewers) from around the world collaborated to brew the same base recipe at the same time.
The lady-themed launch night was in the New Inn.
Here are four of the brewsters holding their brews.
Sue with Eddie Gadd and fellow brewer Jon.
The event was also a fundraiser for the Oasis charity.
Andy made these sought after, one-of-a-kind-works-of-art-disguised-as-badges badges.
Andy's top impression of Olive from 'On the Buses'.
Ben proudly displaying his collection of ladies.
Sergeant at Arms Steve with Sandie Shaw at the ready.
Pete doing a spot of dining before spinning.
Sue made a speech.
The cat didn't seem enormously bothered, but it was a tip-top evening. Well done Sue. x
The brand new Bottle Top Club had its opening night recently. We also celebrated a couple of birthdays, so there was lots of fun to be had and cake to be eaten. The Doggone Honkabillies put on a top show as usual and Lewis Ellen even popped up for a few songs. The Tuttie Fruities provided the tassel twirling titillation.
The birthday girls hootin' and a hollerin' with the Honkabillies.
Boys will be boys.
Phil mesmersing the ladies with his light tricks.
"Sorry Sue, I've left Super Trooper at home."
A tip-top evening was had by all.
A western saloon in the middle of deepest, darkest Kent - with its own fake western town attached! Who knew?
Anyway, we were there on Saturday night - The Dancing Dog Saloon - for a top evening of pink and furry rock 'n' roll.
Vive Le Pink put on a top show, all guns blazing.
Luckily, there were no real guns blazing.
But tins of sweets aplenty.
Nigel seemed to be a bit aggrieved that someone was trying to take his 'Closest to the Ceiling' prize.
Miss Le Pink only had eyes for Phil...
The Duke obviously didn't like being outdone by a parachuting albino Santa.
A brilliant venue and a top-ten-gallon-hat of an evening.
In fact Betty's Doghouse were from the Netherlands, luckily I kept the chips and mayonnaise off the poster! That small hiccup aside, they were brilliant. They played four sets of top dancefloor-filling tunes.
Sporting the UCA 'Shake It' t-shirts they certainly cut a dash. Nigel was trying to get in on the act as the tallest roadie in show business.
They certainly liked a photo opp.
Slimboy kept everyone dancing when the boys were off stage.
The Folkestone Facial Hair Society sent some representatives.
They're playing Andy's song.
And this is how I felt the next morning.
The Rhythm Riot this year was tops for taste. Cool bands, cool DJs, cool people. I heard a few people belly aching about some of the music, but balls to them I had a great time.
Nikki Hill's version of 'Whole lotta Rosie' could well have been the highlight.
This year seemed to involve Fezs a little more than usual.
The Golden Fez.
The I-can't-believe-it's-not-butter Fez.
The female fez.
The Fez of earthly delights.
The Play-the-feckin-note Fez.
The Fifty-shades-of-grey Fez.
The Full-gin-and-tonic Fez.
The floating Fez.
The fashionista Fez.
It all got quite tiring. Tip top.
The Wikipedia definition of Micropub:
• Is small (compared to a ‘normal’ pub), and single-roomed
• Sells exclusively cask-conditioned beers i.e. no keg products: ‘smooth’, lager, Guinness etc
• Does not sell spirits or Alcopops.
• Is best described as an old-fashioned 'Ale House'.
• Shuns products from national and multi-national breweries.
• Does not have TV, juke box, gaming machines or pool tables.
• No food, other than traditional snacks such as eggs, pork scratchings, cheese, pies, etc.
Anyway, they're generally tip top and generally in Kent. We went to The Harbour Arms in Margate, which is on the harbour arm!
No takers for the deck chairs.
A slight nautical theme.
Wise words on the pint glass.
The canon keeps out the riff raff.
The riff raff!
The fifth Rockabilly Roustabout in Stelling Minnis was tip-top. The Scavengers CC organized everything.
They even organized top weather.
All sorts of weird and wonderful vehicles turned up.
Phil demonstrating the reclining front seat of the Rambler, just don't ask him to demonstrate the brakes!
Oops, I think somebody just has.
Sue refusing to believe she's finished her beer.
Top bands and DJs played throughout the day and into the night.
Someone telephoning in a request.
Nigel, the tallest man in the New Inn, made an appearance.
As did Andrew's trusty bottle opener.
Ladies in red sandwiching a red-faced Adrian.
Graham can't quite believe that Andrew won the inaugural arm wrestling contest.
Nikki can't quite believe that Sue wants another.
Ed can't quite believe Sasha's Daisy Dukes.
Thanks Scavengers, see you next year.
The Hotrod Hayride this year was tip top. Great cars and bikes, great bands and DJs, great people, grated cheese.
What more could you ask for?
Check out the vid.