Being Friday the 6th of December, 2013 ...

We remembered ...

[Always] remembered
for what [he has] done.

Ho-ho-ho ... Mandela's FREE!

We went on to celebrate in the company of Graham and Jo ... 

Rock me, Mama, like a southbound train!

Les sang about a benign mythical beast ...

My name is Puff!

Stuart reminded us of the forthcoming season ...

"Do you think he'll like myrrh?" asked Balthazar.

Jo was unsure about how to spell err ... frunkinstine!

There was much allusion to dancing, particularly in 3/4 time, but unfortunately our venue has no appropriate licence.
We remained seated.

Paul whistled a bit about this celestial phenomenon ...

Elayne sang about a juvenile musician who went to war ...

One faithful harp shall praise thee.

Of course, there was much more ... a great deal more ... far too much to document here.

Just come along next Friday, and the week after (party-time) and we'll enjoy more of the same ... only different!