Oh, well ... we still got on with our usual activities, and didn't need hard hats!
|Moseley wore his poppy|
Paul looked after us all with his customary courtesy and consideration.
Dick sang about his wishes ...
|Lord, won't you buy me a ...|
|A Vincent, 1952, 'Black Lightening'.|
Patrick remembered a nuclear-powered disaster from 1963 ...
|... gone, gone, gone|
to the bottom of the sea.
You have to admire a man who plays a pink instrument...
Paul collaborated with everybody ...
|"If I can't keep the key, I'll just slope|
away quietly," said Paul.
|Mave went 'a bit low'!|
Angela engaged us and fulfilled Brenda's request with this wonderful song ...
Thank you, Angela.
No, Berry, that's not the Japanese version!
|Worry not ... wind is not infectious;|
Dogsbody penned the following note to Nigel:
You do your solo, then we'll have that [lousy] war!