Saturday, June 15, 2013

Being Friday the 14th of June, 2013 ...

Geoff arrived very early while Dogsbody was still setting things up.
"I can't understand why you don't start at 8 o'clock," remarked Geoff.
"Because there's only you and me here," responded Dogsbody.

OK, let's not go on about prompt starts again!

A strange instrument with a tinkly-bell-sound was struck.
"Hello," said someone, "My name is Paul."
"Hello!" we all said, whereafter Paul went on to explain the proceedings of The City Folk Club.

Then we got on.

Some found it strange that Paul started off by singing a song that appeared to be bidding everyone farewell ...

Goodbye, my Love.

Nobody took any notice of this invitation to depart.
We all stayed.
This was just one of several challenges to Mr Paul's authority, all of which he handled with his customary diplomacy and sensitivity.

"Don't tell anybody I'm on this train,"  pleaded Angela.

Suzanne cleverly and spontaneously generated a tune to accompany a ballad about conflict, murder-most-foul and life-threatening grief.

Is this what you were looking for?

Les watched this big 707 take off in the rain without him.

Mike used this hexasyllabic word: 'disconvovulated'.
We don't know why he said that, nor what it means, and it's not in OED.

On the right you see Mrs Tiverton as she dances
with Joyce at a ladies-only ballroom dancing class.

England shall bide ...

While antipodeans ...


23.07 hrs. 33secs, precisely, whereupon we all went home in absolute silence ...

... underneath the stars.



Owing to some imminent domestic disruption, Dogsbody, (AKA Mr. Colin,) needs to take a short sabbatical, commencing 28th June.

Panic not ...
(There are those who might express relief!)

Arrangements are being left with Lynda and Angela, and I am sure that all will proceed smoothly.

The club will continue to operate normally every Friday throughout June and July.

Lynda and Angela will welcome any kindly souls, (vertically-augmented ones, particularly!) who would care to volunteer to help with setting up the hall.

My phone and internet access might be compromised for a while, so I undertake to check my mobile phone for messages on a daily basis.
The number is
07798 517523.

Angela has also kindly offered to have her mobile number published as an alternative contact: 07964 317215. 

... all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well!
(Julian of Norwich, 1342-1416.)

1 comment:

Colin said...

Lynda, who wasn't even there, has come to the rescue.
Mike’s word was DISCOMBOBULATE. That is a word meaning ‘to disconcert or confuse’.
All is now clear (?)!