Another tip-top night at UCA Jive night. Lew Lewis and The Twilight Trio rocked, everyone else rolled.
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.
The Piccadilly Bullfrogs were the guests. They put on a top show.
The Tuttie Fruities were up next with a bit of nautical naughtiness.
Clay paraded his tattooed leg in appreciation.
This chap could only imagine what was going on.
Jack was just confused.
We even had a little Bath reunion (all us numbnuts went to art college there). Everyone seemed to have a tip-top time.
Tres bon. "Ou est le cupcakes?"
Steel guitarists tend to play the saddest, most haunting, tear-in-my-beer, I'm-so-lonesome-I-could-cry bits of songs. So it's no wonder they look a bit down in the dumps every now and then.
Ah, that's the answer.
At the last UCA Jive Night The Doggone Honkabillies rocked the house and cheered everyone up.
Or it could have been the copious amounts of white powder!
Tip top. The Piccadilly Bullfrogs up next, Friday 28th June.
The Straight Aces from Birmingham put on a top show at UCA Jive Night. The band and the brilliant DJs ensured that all sorts of rockin' related ridiculousness ensued.
Standing up, singing and slapping the skins.
Jive hands, like jazz hands but cooler.
Put your head on my shoulder.
Put your drawing on my head.
Daughter keeping an eye on dad.
Thumbs up for the muttonchops.
Thanks to Phil, the host with the most, for a top evening. Get down to Kent for the next one, 24th May, with The Doggone Honkabillies.
Various instruments were played.
Fingers and taches were pointed.
Barmaids grinned and bared it!
Good times. Cheers Ian.
First Jive Night of the year was successfully completed without too many mishaps, injuries, losing of minds. Apart from a manhandled Elvis piñata which unfortunately shuffled off this mortal coil before birthday girl Ingrid had a chance to bludgeon its quiff in.
It was a double-header with Leroy and The Rockets and The Rhythm River Trio bashing out the top rockin' tunes.
Leroy under the moon of love.
The Rhythm River Trio under the influence.
Top formation frowning by the strollers.
Ingrid just about to knife the King.
The usual oddbods and cool cats were in fine form.
Thank you and goodnight. Dollar Bill is playing next month, one not to miss.
This had something to do with Elvis!
Texan honky-tonking legend Dale Watson rocked the Ace cafe last week. A massive crowd braved the North Circular to two-step to his top tunes.
The Doggone Honkabillies from Essex provided top support.
Top tunes were also spun by the Guntrips. Here's Guntrip the Elder pointing out the shuffle button to the youngest Guntrip.
Trish has just spotted Dale wearing a rather fetching leather waistcoat over his bare torso.
Dale's t-shirt selling buddies. Everything's big in Texas.
Dale and the gang.
Ingrid got quite close to Dale throughout the evening.
I got a little too close to his armpit!
Jimmy Guntrip's top tat.
So Guy, Phil and I popped over to Verona for the Bike Expo.
Events conspired to try and keep Phil away - but he battled the train fires at Victoria, the broken down coach, the replacement coach's accident, the go-slow Gatwick Express, the officious official at Gatwick who wouldn't let him check his bag in, the transfer of his stuff to the replacement Sainsbury's carrier bag, and finally the 5,000 metre sprint to the gate!
We reacquainted ourselves with the Aperol spritz to get over the stress.
There were bikes galore, from the pretty cool...
There were some top Vespas and three-wheeled Apes.
Mr Martini had a circus fairground theme, complete with candy floss machine.
Gary and Dave had a shindig at Mr Martini's place.
Gary desperately battling Dave to get 'Treat her right' on the deck.
A smartly dressed Italian completely oblivious to the top air-guitar action right next to him.
Rolf trying Mr Miyagi's Crane move on an unimpressed Guy.
A tip-top weekend of real ale and real vinyl at The New Inn, Canterbury. Pete the punk, Beer & Chips, Sardine and Ribey span some top platters. Beer was provided by Brighton's Dark Star. Nonsensical dancing was provided by the rest of us.
Beer & Chips playing 'Waiting in line' for the umpteenth time.
Ribey looking for 'Puff the magic dragon'.
Phil hiding 'Puff the magic dragon'.
Pete pointing out that you can't just put it on shuffle.
Sue sums it all up in a flash.
Top fun was had at this year's Rhythm Riot. Due to unforseen broken ankles, Guy couldn't make it unfortunately - but the remaining Rioters struggled on gamely without him.
Trish was Guy's stand-in, a Riot virgin, she soon got the hang of it. And here are some Riot veterans showing how it's done.
The obligatory 'playing on the amusements at some ridiculous time in the morning' exercise.
Mel and her chums were making a documentary about the whole thing. Luckily for them they bumped into us!
Phil and and Sweep explaining a few things to her.
Ladies love a man in a Fez.
Rock n roll really brings the world together. Here are some Finns demonstrating their traditional welcome gesture.
And here's the dancing electrician from Switzerland. Bless.
Bonjour. She had lovely hair.
And to top it all we had a 24-carat gold Elvis to lead us safely back to the chalet. Tip top.
...under rock 'n' rolled!
Oh yes, John Lewis and his rockin' band played at Jive Night last month. All the usual nonsense ensued. In fact, I still haven't quite recovered from all my injuries yet! Ah well.
I think I popped too many tops, to be honest.
The Mr Byrite Trio.
Chew Tobacco Rag No.1.
Guy's old mate Roger was the drummer in the band.
Julie making sure no-one nicks DJ Slimboy's Big Ten Inch.
John Lewis keeping an eye on things. They were tip top.
Guy made an 8,000 mile round trip to take part, that's rockin' dedication for you.
The King left the building on Sue's chest.
Another brilliant Jive Night organised by Phil and the Helles Belles girls, I'll try and remember more of the next one! Cheers.
Top bopping bluesman Little Victor played at the latest UCA jive night. He brought a magnificent array of headwear, cigarette holders and Hawaiian shirts, not to mention King David's furry guitar!
King David and his furry geetar.
If it was okay for Bo Diddley, it's okay for Little Victor - a young lady with a fine set of maracas.
Andy and Steve practicing their best blues-guitar-solo faces.
It's a well known fact that fezs attract females.
I'm sure Guy used to be taller than this!
A rose between many thorns, Carrie Ann twiddling the knobs during her top set.
Tip-top burlesque calmed everybody down after the hurly burly of Little Victor.
Well, almost everybody.
I can't really explain.
Neither can Casey!
Roll on the next one - The John Lewis Rockabilly Trio, all the way from Wales. Yachi da!