For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow, and so say all of us
And so say all of us, and so say all of us
For he's a jolly good fellow, for he's a jolly good fellow
For he's a jolly good fellow (pause), and so say all of us!
Hi folks, It is with a with a heavy heart that Strange Folk say goodbye to The ‘Wild West’s’ favourite landlord – ‘Simon of Hawthorns!’ Not only is Simon a jolly good fellow, but he made a dreamy and delicious curry, pulled a gurt lush pint and gave musicians a magical platform from which they could perform and entertain the folk of Glastonbury. We gigged at The Hawthorns for many years and eventually became the resident Halloween band!
We will always have fond memories of our time at The Thorns, like when we set off the fire alarm with our malfunctioning smoke machine. It created a thick smog that stayed for hours, thus generating a menagerie of face paint hysteria, wig chaos and fake blood excitement! Perfect for a Halloween vibe I'd say! It was like being in Victorian London, or even better a Spinal Tap concert, but without all the spandex. That said, I think there was a whiff of spandex coming from the guys on stage that year!!
Strange Folk will miss you Simon and we wish you and your family all the very best. Enjoy your retirement and follow your dreams! Lots of love Strange Folk XXXX
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