As the Covid-19 virus appears to be dissipating, let’s hope it won’t be too long before we can look forward to some semblance of normality in our lives. This means, of course The Jazz Club and , more importantly, THE NAFFLE!
Someone sent me a video of the Temperance Seven from 1988 and it brought back memories of former band mates who are no longer with us.Just Google The Temperance Seven Red Nose Day 1988. Dean Robert Mickleborough, the trombonist, had great success with his own bands in the Sixties before his involvement with The Temps. I’ll forever remember Bobby strolling into the Band’s apartment on a wet Oslo Night. The talk was about eccentrics and as Bobby swept through he muttered “Eccentricity – not my scene” He was wearing a tight plastic bag over his head, as tall as a chef’s hat and carrying a big lump of lead under his arm. I found out later that Bob, being a very shrewd fellow, used to paint seascapes on the lead and display them in his antique shops in Bath. ‘The Americans can’t get enough of them’ he said.
I am pleased to announce that the alto player in the clip is Count Geoffrey Simpkins who, after sixteen years, has taken over the chair in the band vacated by the previous tenant. Next to him on Baritone is Malcolm Willoughby Everson, known affectionally as Mogs. These two were great together bouncing their wit off each other and generally keeping the standard of music very high.
I remember sitting in an hotel bar in North Walsey after the gig heavily in our cups. Geoff asking Mogs what he was doing that weekend. Mogs replied that he had to fit a cat flap. Quick as a flash Geoff said “Everson Fitacatflap” Much mirth as you can imagine ensued.
Well, we should have had Rico at the club on Tuesday but I’m pleased to inform you that you can still see him this week courtesy of Facebook at 7pm Friday and Saturday. Rico will be accompanied by the great Keith Nichols on piano.
Dates for the diary — I wish