|The Enchanted Village: where sheep outnumber the local population|
But tomorrow night, we will forget all our troubles, forget all our cares and go down town, to My Kind of Town, to see Ding Dong Daddy's band, The Imagined Village, performing live at The Electric Palace.
Every man and his dog from The Enchanted Village will be there. Delegates from Compost Corner where the pub regulars stare into their glasses and rule the world, members of the short-arsed bowling club will be out in force, the ladies from the book club will put down their novels and dance with the rest, the bellringers will sally forth and the Diamond Jubilee celebration organisers will think of it as a dry-run before the big weekend in June.
We'll be there all right, whooping and hollering from the circle, jigging up and down to fiddle and drum solos, marvelling at how we, The Enchanted Village, came to be the recording home of The Imagined Village.
So if you can't be there with us, here's a taster:
We're looking forward to a pantomime-style namecheck.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x