Friday, September 15, 2017

An obscure pictorial account of Fridays 1st and 8th September, 2017 ...

Yes, we are back in the Guide Hall with its brand new kitchen ...


The refurbishment took 6 weeks ...

and the paint is still wet!


We now have use of a duet of gleaming kettles ...


Being harvest-time ...

... the bearded barley, to glad the heart of man.

Ken sang of a well-known fragrance ...


Derek took his chance ...



Lynda remembered a capital city ...

... as the lights go down.
I'll remember Dublin City ...

Laurie came along with a friend called Roland ...


Roland played a march in celebration of the Dorset Militia ...

Actually, it sounded more like a Morris dance!

Then Laurie took us on a railway journey ...

This train at Bournemouth West station
is known as 'The Slow & Dirty'.

Here are Roger and Mick ...




What was that they sang about vestal virgins?



Mike reminded us of Saturday matinees at the cinema ...

Kiss my ass, Kimo Sabe, I've bought a boat!

So, it's back-to-normal operation, hopefully, for the rest of the year.

Please keep that music coming.

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

Being Friday the Twenty-Fifth Day of August, 2017 ...

This was our final evening at our temporary venue.
Our occupation of Chidham Village Hall has proved very satisfactory, and thanks to everyone who ventured out into the rural province, could be described as having been a success.

We even attracted a trio of local dignitaries.

Paul considered the weather ...

Tomorrow may rain ...

Bryan related yet another paranormal encounter ...


We do worry about Bryan!

Howard embarked on a whaling expedition ...

She capsized our boat and we lost five men.

Ken pursued the movie theme further ...

Do not look in the basement!

We departed after dancing a polka in company ...

Y-er safer off Cape Horn!

IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

Yes, our rural expedition is now over.
Very many thanks to everyone who came along to support the club in Chidham.

From Friday 1st September we will be re-occupying our usual venue: The Guide Hall, complete with new kitchen!


Monday, August 28, 2017

Chidham #3; Friday the Eighteenth Day of August, 2017 ...

Another successful evening at our temporary home was superbly MC-d by Paul.

The usual suspects arrived in good time, and we were able to commence proceedings at 20.03 hours, precisely.

Ken sang about his desire for a lady of generous proportions ...

"Give me the fat lady."

"Fool!" said Ken.
"I sang about this cooking utensil ...








Saturday, August 12, 2017

Our second visit to Chidham, 11th August, 2017 ...

Here's the table set-up before people arrived ...


Those chairs are much more comfortable
than the ones at the Guide Hall.

 People arrived prepared for a prompt start at 8.00pm ...


Note the presence of natives of the parish. They constituted 50% of the gathering.

We must be getting something right because Laurie, all the way from Littlehampton, returned to our company.
Here he is playing with the very beautiful Sophia ...


This is a song by Elvis Pretzel.

Notice the pretty flowers that Angela so generously provided to decorate the tables.

A theme developed concerning happiness.
Being a folk music club, where we often relate tales of misfortune, betrayal and death, some of us had difficulty with that.

Ken appeared to be enamoured of animals ...





Mike shared fond memories of nights of sweet repose while staying with Granny ...


Nine feet high and six feet wide ...

Geoff and Anne, joining us from Hambrook, embarked on an historical account of revolution ...


A good sword and a trusty hand!
A merry heart and true!



Then we were treated to the bird-song of megalurus punctatus, a bird native to New Zealand ...

Is my darling still true?
(Well, actually it was yodelling.)

Following this: a duo of mouth-trumpeters!




Mave always obeys her mother ...


Always look under the bed!

Geoff, (of Hambrook. not Lancing,) took us to a railway station ...


... and suddenly all the words I should have said had come.

Dogsbody remembered Bob Copper ...




Angela sent us home, kindly inviting us to take the pretty flowers with us ...


"But I'd like the jam-jars back, please."

Thank you, Angela, and everyone for your pleasant company.