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THAMENSIAN: A bank holiday in the life with John, George, Ringo and Tony!

The Thamensian's Take

The Thamensian's Take

It is Bank Holiday Monday and so, of course, it is tipping it down. 
I just looked out of the window and saw what appeared to be a drowned fairy straggle up the road in most un-magic fashion. 
On closer inspection it was a middle aged lady dressed as a Pixie; one of several Towersey Festival casualties taking a break from being beautiful and carefree to head into Thame to find warmth, food and shelter. 
It’s sad when the weather 
affects events like this. 
I had a lovely time at the 
Festival this year, especially seeing John, George, Ringo and Tony Blackburn as the Bootleg Beatles on the Thursday evening. 
What a show they put on, the perfect way to mark 50 years of the Festival. 
They began in Beatles suits and then left Tony/Paul to play ‘Yesterday’ on his own while the other three got changed into their familiar early 70’s garb. 
This meant that I went to the bar in 1967 and returned in 1971 (almost in real time given the huge crowds attending). Now, three days on and most of the campers at Towersey would like to be, under the sea, in an Octopus’s garden I’d imagine. 
They look drenched. I’m not sure where they are going to go for sustenance either. The former Time Out is now Treacles Tea Room and when I went through on my way home from work at 9.30am (Don’t ask, I’d been up since 5.40) the workmen were outside 
sanding tables in the latest stage of the most extravagant refits any café has ever had. 
The other night I drove home at 12.15am (don’t ask, I work hard in real life, not just play about on this page) and the same guy was glossing his woodwork . 
Oooh errr. I admire anyone who puts that much effort into a business and wish them well once things settle down. Meanwhile further up the High Street, Smarts remains obstinately shut, the only clue being a little sign saying they are on holiday. 
That has been in the window since Spring. 
A Thame institution, if it’s not open by Fair week then I fear the worst. 
Across the car park the queue from the Chippy grows by the day. 
I am beginning to wonder if Smarts has had its chips? Me? I’m just off to pour a bucket of ice water over myself in the name of the ALS charity. I nominate senior reporter Hayley, Reverend Paddy on his bike, and Hogroast hero Henry Eaton. 
You have 24 hours…

It is Bank Holiday Monday and so, of course, it is tipping it down. 
I just looked out of the window and saw what appeared to be a drowned fairy straggle up the road in most un-magic fashion. 
On closer inspection it was a middle aged lady dressed as a Pixie; one of several Towersey Festival casualties taking a break from being beautiful and carefree to head into Thame to find warmth, food and shelter. 
It’s sad when the weather affects events like this. 
I had a lovely time at the Festival this year, especially seeing John, George, Ringo and Tony Blackburn as the Bootleg Beatles on the Thursday evening. 
What a show they put on, the perfect way to mark 50 years of the Festival. 
They began in Beatles suits and then left Tony/Paul to play ‘Yesterday’ on his own while the other three got changed into their familiar early 70’s garb. 
This meant that I went to the bar in 1967 and returned in 1971 (almost in real time given the huge crowds attending). Now, three days on and most of the campers at Towersey would like to be, under the sea, in an Octopus’s garden I’d imagine. 
They look drenched. I’m not sure where they are going to go for sustenance either. The former Time Out is now Treacles Tea Room and when I went through on my way home from work at 9.30am (Don’t ask, I’d been up since 5.40) the workmen were outside sanding tables in the latest stage of the most extravagant refits any café has ever had. 
The other night I drove home at 12.15am (don’t ask, I work hard in real life, not just play about on this page) and the same guy was glossing his woodwork . 
Oooh errr. I admire anyone who puts that much effort into a business and wish them well once things settle down. Meanwhile further up the High Street, Smarts remains obstinately shut, the only clue being a little sign saying they are on holiday. 
That has been in the window since Spring. 
A Thame institution, if it’s not open by Fair week then I fear the worst. 
Across the car park the queue from the Chippy grows by the day. 
I am beginning to wonder if Smarts has had its chips? Me? I’m just off to pour a bucket of ice water over myself in the name of the ALS charity. I nominate senior reporter Hayley, Reverend Paddy on his bike, and Hogroast hero Henry Eaton. 
You have 24 hours…

And now it’s down to you.

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