Being Friday the 17th of May, 2013 ...

 

 

Here's the latest wall-hanging, of uncertain significance.

 

 

This was another cosy gathering off 11 bodies, MC-d by Angela, fresh from her Way out West gig with Paul in Washington (UK).

Objective accounts indicate that the gig went well.

 

This is the shirt that Angela
bought in a charity shop
for that event.

 

 

We asked, “Did you get paid?”

There followed an interesting and indignant observation from Berry that organisers of ‘open-mike’ sessions capitalise on performers … who get nowt. 

 

The early proceedings had the flavour of a respiration workshop.

Everyone agreed that breathing air was quite a good thing.
Here are the graphic instructions...
 

 

Only occasionally did Paul forget.

 

 

We talked about history, demographics, health and money.

Berry commented, “We’ve got all these supermarkets and people are obese.”

Molly observed that people in their 70s appear to be stronger than those 10 or 20 years younger.

Dogsbody resolved to grow up!

 

Between all this irrelevant banter we were encouraged to perform songs and music.

 



 

Look out, Rangers,
those redskins are coming!

 

 

 

Roger builds a railroad.

 

"Come along, Johnny,
it's time to go home."

 

Roger asked about ‘Claudy Banks.’

Some commentators claim that the song refers to the River Clyde.

Others, however, observe that there is the village of Claudy in Co. Derry, Northern Ireland. It lies on the banks of the River Faughan.

Now, that makes sense ...



 

 

Cumber Bridge crossing R. Faughan at Claudy, N.I.

 

 

Berry sang a song addressed to his mother ...

 

Why should this be so?
Was it because the lyrics refer
to kissing?
 

 

Apart from all that there was the customary death-count, one talking bird, references to love, something about the Romany community and ... at least ... TWO trains!