So, what did we do this week at the City Folk Club while some people were somewhere else?
(Come on, you know who you are!)
We welcomed May …
|Bluebells they have started to ring - oh!|
Paul wished he worked in wood …
There was one execution …
|You may forget the singer,|
but don't forget this song.
An unplanned competition arose about who could perform the most ancient music.
Roger won by performing a song that Sophocles wrote …
|Well, that's what Roger said.|
We welcomed Jenny and daughter, Gaelle.
Gaelle successfully reduced the average age of participants.
She put us all to shame by performing a charming song that she had crafted spontaneously within the first hour of proceedings.
Don’t worry, Gaelle, we won’t tell your mother!
Jenny, (welcome back!) sang about a shoreline harvest ...
|Cockle Picking, North-Easr Coast, John Falconer Slater, (1857 - 1937.)|
Mike sang about some luxurious night attire …
|Available on eBay: £16.98 + £3.00 p&p.|
(Please note: youthful body not included!)
|Year: 1851 ...|
Angela navigated the ocean in a home-made vessel.
Just follow these simple instructions ...
|Here's one I made earlier.|
It rapidly sank!
Mike offered his own composition about illicit trade in Chichester Harbour …
|...up muddy creeks and rolling tide ...|
Then we rolled home in near-silence!