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Decades of cutting the mustard
After storming hundreds if not thousands of barns and some such up and down Britain and overseas over the last 30 years, ATTILA THE STOCKBROKER stops, if only for a nanosecond, to reminisce about the faithful bunch at his side all those years that are the inimitable Barnstormers

TONIGHT sees the start of my band Barnstormer 1649’s 30th anniversary celebrations.

Our first gig was at the Jericho Tavern, Oxford  on November 5 1994. Tonight we’re playing Florence Park Community Centre in the same town, and as I write this there are still tickets on the door.

Tomorrow lunchtime we’re at the lovely Bell Inn in Bath, starting 1pm — I’ll be doing an opening spoken word set at both. Time for a reminisce…

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