Saturday, September 24, 2011

Being The 23rd September, 2011 ...

So there we all were at the Guide Hall again, excitedly waiting to find out who would be MC.

It was Berry who announced that he has been rather unwell recently.

If you look really carefully you can just see Berry here who is admiring Ken’s guitar that seems to be held together with string and elastic bands …


Ken wishes it to be known that he wasn't actually there.
Did anyone notice?

It was an evening marked by such remarkable performances that it becomes almost trivial to publish the song list. 

Anyway, for those who weren't there, here it is …

Annan Water: Colin
Tears in Heaven: Mark
'Twang': Heather
The Snows They Melt the Soonest: Lynda
Washed in the Blood of the Lamb: Jane & Roger
Who Knows Where the Time Goes: Margaret
No Regrets: Roger
Out of the Blue: Mick
Galway Shawl: Molly
How Deep the Father's Love: David
Lonesome Polecat: Tony
Five-Foot Flirt: Andy
Million Nightingales: Suzanne
Afraid of Losing You Again: Phine
Grey Funnel Line: Nigel
Constant Billy: Bill
Girl: Paul
Cityest People: Lucy
Marie Elena: Berry & his music machine
Another You: Margaret
The Blackbird: Colin
Crying in the Rain: Mark
Till There was You: Chris
Love Will Keep us Alive: Lynda
Leaning on the Everlasting Arms: Jane & Roger
On the Wrong Side of Midnight: Roger
The Rambling Pitchfork: Mick
Where is Love: Molly
Fiddler's Green: David
What Shall I Write: Phine
Westlin' Winds: Nigel
As Tears Go By: Lucy
Mary Skeffington: Paul
Cheatin' Heart: Berry & full cast

Here was an evening overflowing with supreme talent.
Many thanks to Berry, (who didn't look all that poorly!) for maintaining a semblance of order.
My personal and special thanks to Nigel for 'Westlin' Winds': a performance that reassures me that at least one person reads this blog.

Actually - thank you to everyone, of course.

3 comments:

parkingspaceman said...

Please make it clear that the implication (via the picture) that I was present at this gathering is false, otherwise people I was with in Northants might believe that I am capable of teleportation, at least, if not self-cloning or other fanciful means of being in two places at the same time. Believe me, this is very important to me. Otherwise, my wife might not believe I wasn't where I say I wasn't.

Dogsbody, Scrivener and Wretch said...

Edited as requested.
We are all blessed by Ken's inability to teletransport or to reproduce by binary fission.

parkingspaceman said...

Harrumph! That was uncalled-for! I daresay there are those who would welcome several copies of me. I admit, I can't name any.