Sad as it may sound now, we would travel far and wide (we even got to Bristol once) in The Goatmobile, a oil-dripping shagged out old Morris Marina belonging to the Bunting brothers of Binegar, in search of simple amusements. Also on board this fine vessel was Fritz, a somewhat outrageous geezer from Glastonbury (now suffering from certain incapacities having fallen from a cliff whilst drunk during that huge storm a few years back [At least that's how I heard it - ed.]). Of course there was also Paul Hilton, the now increasingly successful poet of Crosscombe.
The name Goat Gang came from the fact that the Buntings had a goat in their paddock whose eyes would freak us as we sat by it's little house, laughing a lot. Nuff said.
As per the Radback Renegades, don't forget the unforgettable 'Simple Process', a fine Strode band that I fronted, together with Paul "Dougy" Douglas & Rupert "Woopert" Mills. We would play with Safe Sex Sextet, Persona Non Grata and whatever that awful band was with that guy who (THE WAY I HEARD IT...) heard me singing the Hari Krishna song one day and then went off, shaved his head, donned the old saffron robes and did his bit for the harmonising of the universe. Oh the Aquarian Joys of living in the shadow of the Tor... (I think this was Matt Jackson, from the legendary 'No Smoke for Matt' college band... - Hugo).