It was the week before Easter ...
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| Oi, mate, that's MY donkey! |
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| Oh, look what we've resurrected. |
We rejoice that a miracle has occurred: Berry has grown a new tooth since he last MC-d. (Image unavailable, and probably unsavoury!)
A distinct element of jazz crept into the proceedings.
Several times we heard this unnecessary apology: “Sorry, it’s not folk!”
Worry not … I ain’t heard no horse singing it! (attr. Louis Armstrong.)
However, there was a regrettable paucity of our customary rustic metaphor and euphemism.
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| Blowin' my blues away! |
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| Name this female aviator who was lost, mysteriously, in 1937. |
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| Another rule to live by. |
... and YES, the club will be meeting on
Good Friday, 29th.
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