Sunday, August 24, 2014

Being Friday the 22nd of August, 2014 ...

Back to normal ... well, almost.

Berry took the chair of benign authority ...


Can you believe this?
Berry is in his 8th decade of mortal toil.
What is the secret of those youthful good looks?

There were nineteen pairs of buttocks on seats, and money to match!
Dogsbody found a cushion ...


To whom does this belong?

The refurbishment of the hall continues apace, albeit we had to improvise on the plumbing facilities ...


If the lamp is within, don't go in!


Something is going on outside ...



Ken and Mave did not go to Whitby because Mave has suffered a very serious, penetrating injury from a sewing needle ...



Such fashionable footwear!

Somehow, then,  mysteriously Mave grew a tail ...


Blame Ken for that image.
He encouraged me!

Then we got on with our usual business of singing and performing songs about lost love, poverty, death and whaling.
Oh, it was so jolly!

Barry demonstrated the use of two capos ...




Debbie played two recorders simultaneously ...

Cider seems to help!

And we had a super-group ...


It can be reliably reported that there were no severed limbs, only a few tears were shed and such maidenheads as exist remain unmolested.

And, YES, we will be here next week, Friday, 29th of August.

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