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 …
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| Bluebells they have started to ring - oh! |
Paul wished he worked in wood …
There was one execution …
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| 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 …
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| 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 ...
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| Cockle Picking, North-Easr Coast, John Falconer Slater, (1857 - 1937.) |
Mike sang about some luxurious night attire …
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| Available on eBay: £16.98 + £3.00 p&p. (Please note: youthful body not included!) |
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| Year: 1851 ... |
Angela navigated the ocean in a home-made vessel.
Just follow these simple instructions ...
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| Here's one I made earlier. It rapidly sank! |
Mike offered his own composition about illicit trade in Chichester Harbour …
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| ...up muddy creeks and rolling tide ... |
Then we rolled home in near-silence!
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