What’s next for M.O.D you cry? Been a bit silent haven’t we. Uh huh. Yes. And we DO HAVE SOME BIG NEWS WHICH WE CANNOT TELL YOU ABOUT. MORE OF THIS LACKADAISICAL (and somewhat unbecoming) TEASING AT A LATER DATE.

We have also been silent because we are sneaking around and going through your DUSTBINS. 

THAT IS NOT THE EXCITING NEWS EITHER.

But. YES.

It is YOUR OWN FAULT. Hence the DUSTBIN RATTLING.

ANYWAY.

We are going to be playing at the Art Couture Painswick Festival. What? What the deuce??

“Tigers? Where are the BOUNDERS?!” Cried Miggle, munching on a daisy and musing to himself in his happy place in the forest.

Sorry. Where were we? What BE THAT? It BE THIS. If you stand still long enough, you will be PAINTED in BEAUTIFUL COLOURS whilst your Favourite Folk Based Fools will serenade you with MUSICAL LOVE. 

Like these folks. They stood still QUITE A WHILE. Now look at them. ALL PRETTY.

“Darling, I could swear I left the Sunday Magazine somewhere” whelped Wilberforce; whilst considering lunging at some biscuits in the Orangery.

SUNDAY 13th JULY 2014 AD.

THANK YOU.

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