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Lorna’s weekend report

Ahoy there dear Skinny friends. What a weekend we had down in the land of smugglers! The Ship Inn, Dymchurch, welcomed us with open arms as usual. We very much enjoyed the crazy dancing (and not just by myself), broken tankards and haggling at the Skinny Shop – so sorry we didn’t sell the anchor to the gentleman who’d travelled 100 miles to see us but we just couldn’t part with such a gem for that amount!! If you change your mind though…keep an eye out for our Skinny Shop on the website where the items will soon be displayed and available to purchase…

Anyway, many songs, shanties and swigging later I vaguely remember the crowd slowly dispersing and Skinnies making our way upstairs to a comfy bed for a lovely night’s sleep before our trip to Hastings for yet another round of skinny shenanigans. Ooof…heads were sore and hands were shaky when we awoke but we had love in our hearts and food in our bellies so we left in high spirits, set for Mule’s home town – Hastings.

After a cold afternoon of shopping in the Old Town (where I got a lovely suitcase in which I plan to carry my skinny dresses on our forthcoming adventures), we started to set up in The Stag. As friends arrived, new and old, we started to feel the energy return to our poor old bodies ready for round two…woohoo…a busy pub, successful sales at the shop and lots of singing from band and crowd…we had a blast! Emotions were high when the beautiful Rob sang Bye-Bye My Roseanna in a rip-roaring shanty session, which followed the Skinny sets.

What a brilliant weekend! So lovely to catch up with you all again. And to wake up to snow. Beautiful end to a beautiful weekend with beautiful people. Thank you especially to Allan, Star and Elaine for being such great hosts. We WILL return – oh yes, we will!

Lorna x

PS… (From Mule) If anyone has any pics of the weekend, please post them on FB for us so I can insert into this post. I forgot to take any for some reason?!

Skinny return to South East England for a weekend in the land of Smugglers at Dymchurch and Hastings

If you wake at midnight and hear a horse's feet, Don't go drawing back the blind or looking in the street. Them that asks no questions isn't told a lie, Watch the wall, my Darling, while the gentlemen go by.

Five and twenty ponies trotting through the dark. Brandy for the parson, Baccy for the clerk, Laces for a lady, letters for a spy, And watch the wall, my darling, while the gentlemen go by.

We’re heading back down South for a couple of gigs over this weekend 3rd and 4th Feb.

Friday night sees Skinny return to The Ship Inn, Dymchurch, on around 9, free entry.

Saturday night we’re at The Stag in Hastings, on around 9, free entry.

Both gigs are without PA and crowd participation is actively encouraged! Get your singing voices ready!

See you down South,

Skinnies x

Mummified Cat at The Stag in Hastings

** South Coast Skinny Adventures **

What a busy weekend we Skinnies had. Friday afternoon we headed off down to Dymchurch for our gig at The Ship Inn. This was one of our stop offs on the Homemade Tour and fond memories were rekindled as we pulled in to find the following sign…

Elaine, landlady of the Ship Inn, was fantastic. She fed, alchohol’d us and gave us a couple of rooms to rest our boozy heads after a night of lively and noisy festivities. What started out as a couple of quiet tunes around a corner table escalated into a riotous party with singing, hollering and wailing! Everyone joined in as the beverages flowed.

We pulled out our beer stained book to capture the following comments from some of the Dymchurch locals…

“Nut F***ing Deep! What a good night!” – Doddy, Bullboy, Tink & Prousey

“Smashed it! Up there!” – Ryan, Sam and Coppens xx

“Fantastic night, brought Dymchurch to life. Please come back” – Sheila Savage

We sure woke up with high praise and hangovers ringing in our ears. After a good unhealthy fry up, we hit the tourist trail to the miniature railway which would take us on a very British ride to a very British, very barren and extremely bleak Dungeness. The miniature railway is one of those odd eccentric quirks that make you glow with nationalistic pride. It does what it says on the tin and took us on a 40 minute rather cramped ride to the end of the line. We spent all of our earnings on this little beauty so here’s a picture to give you an idea of the scale…

At the end of the line is a Nuclear Power station, an overpriced cafe and a seriously overpriced pub whose redeeming feature was definitely the largest key ring collection any of us Skinnies had ever seen hanging from the beams.

Anyway, onwards and upwards we headed back to the Ship Inn to pack all of our baggage and headed off to Deal to the Astor theatre to play at ‘The Private Widdle Social Club’. This was a belter of a night with laughs a plenty and some very friendly folk. Good to bump into a few people who’d seen us more than worse for wears at Lounge on the Farm festival last year and it was also good to hang out and sip incredibly hot soup (mouth still recovering) with the likes of the wonderfully charming musicians the Momeraths, the ever so dry comic Paul Foot and a whole host of other Deal folk. A special mention also goes to Will of the Cocos Lovers who put us up in his house last time we were in Deal without us even having met! Here’s some comments on our performance lifted from our beer battered book…

“Wow! Finished off the evening so well. Thankyou” – Loz

“Fantastic – Very Kappow!” – Rich  (Left phone number for girl in the hat!)

“This is a comment from Paul Foot” – Paul Foot

Phew, starting to be able to ride the booze beast again. Bring on more training please… Oh yeah we’re playing in London on Friday night at the Garage in Islington. Anyway back to the real Deal. Really look forward to heading back soon… Watch this space Dealio!

Max

x

Day Seven – The Domain of Dr Syn

Rolled out of the cold dark recording studio and made our way back into Deal to collect our trunks from the Astor Theatre. Thankyou so much to the Cocos Lovers for putting us up for the night even though we didn’t even meet them really. Bound for the Ship Inn Dymchurch today which was the domain of Dr Syn the Scarecrow of Romney Marsh. Just finished reading Russell Thorndike’s novel of the smuggler hero. The pub was certainly coining in on its appearance in the novel with all sorts of trinkets including key rings, beautifully hand crafted scarecrows with a chocolate surprise and sticks of themed rock.

A few drinks in and the diddle started to roll to a rather small but most appreciative audience. We drunk and danced the night away again with the locals. Loads of fun was had and the staff at The Ship Inn were really appreciative of the Skinnies as you can see below.

Dymchurch we love you and we will return. x x x