Once again we shared the warmth of human kindness, friendship and the benefits of central heating.
Mike was in the chair.
I don’t recall that he deployed any particularly big words, and we understood every one of them.
It is a closely guarded secret that Moseley went home with Mave last week.
Here he is looking rather contented, and restored to his proper place guarding the contribution pot ...
|Isn't it time those decorations|
Our music included references to 'Baltimore whores in purple draws', the transitory nature of life, a posthumous realisation of marital infidelity, one albatross and, to Dogsbody's great joy, TWO shunting locomotives!
There was no dancing this week, but there was an amusing account of a lady who sailed across the floor, bust to bust, with another woman.
|Stately as ...|
to my Grandad
Now, about those sponsored requests for our Children in Need night:
Since we have not been publishing explicit song-lists on the blog, I recognise that this may cause some difficulty for those of us suffering short-term memory loss.
There is hard-copy of the archive which is kept in a purplish folder at the club.
Regular attendees are welcome to inspect this confidential file.