Being Friday the 30th of May, 2014 ...

It was a very strange set-up ...

Mike, who recently returned from a Hebridean adventure, took the chair ...

We welcomed Barry and his friends.
Here's Barry ...

Why is it that images of people singing always look
like the performer is experiencing considerable pain?

Barry regularly and self-deprecatingly introduces himself as a performer of 'puerile drivel'.

Actually, it's self-penned quality that you may experience most Tuesdays at the other folk club

Berry believes in celestial beings ...

Here's our own celestial being playing her new mandolin ...

"Is that G?"

We all joined in when Lynda sang about some Irish outer-wear ...

We discussed the origin of the runcible spoon again ...

Someone used this strange word: 'rallentando', for no clearly obvious reason.
Berry, among several others, did not understand!

What???

Ken, singing from some palm-top electronic device, outrageously invited us to admire a female form ...

(Just a few people joined in the refrain. There was even some tentative applause.)

Paul then offered us redemption with a refreshing smattering of holiness.
Here he is singing because he's happy and free ...

This video was captured six years ago.
Paul has shaved a couple of times since then!

Then we all went home in hopes for another week in this terrestrial firmament.

Amen.