Being Friday the twenty-first of August, 2015 ...

• I think ...
• I think ...
• I think ...

                      very slowly indeed, as you might discern!

Being Friday the 14th day of August, 2015 ...

Just a frivolous and incomplete account this week ...

The Shepherd's Daughter
(William Kay Blacklock, 1872-1924)

"Oh, I am robbed of my maidenhead!" complained Angela.

Then we witnessed the only suicide of the evening...

"Oh, I've lost my ear," declared Vincent.

Mike and Yvonne indulged in poetry.
Eyebrows were raised.

... something about a castle in a field.

Yvonne assured us that this offering will have a tune one day.

Mick took us instrumentally skywards ...

Max lamented the absence of cane ...

Ain't no more ...

There was a cross-dressing felon ...

Stand and deliver!

Mike P. wondered about sea conditions ...

Bubbles were blown ...

... and like my dreams they fade and die.

Elayne and Dogsbody waxed quasi-classical ...

Roger provided multiple deaths ...

Huh - only $500 ...
is that all?!

Max flirted with a telephonist ...

Put your sweet lips a little closer ...

Berry affirmed his belief in celestial beings ...

Angela permitted John to perform something mildly smutty ...

For enlightenment click this link.

Being Friday the 7th of August, 2015 ...

So, where has Dogsbody been for the past fortnight?

Fortunately, his absence had not deterred attendance for the last two weeks in July.
Very many thanks to Angela, Berry, Paul and others who managed to generate sufficient funds to pay the rent.
Hard copy of song lists for 24/07 and 31/07 are in hand.

What happened on this evening?

We started with the tale of this cereal crop ...

... grew a long beard,
And so became a man.

Gerry - welcome back - gambled away his train ticket ...

... won't carry me home to the one I love.

We know that the titles of Mick's instrumental offerings can be enigmatic, so decipher this one ...

We were pleased to welcome Paul, (no, not that Paul,) and Jenny to our gathering. Here they are ...

Paul was awarded a badge for his musical performances.
Jenny was observed to be moving her lips, so she got one too!
Of course, we know that old dogs and children do actually exist. Paul assures us that this particular wine is also a reality ...

As the evening progressed other beverages were brought (metaphorically) to the table ...

... will do yer.

and ...

...and take a consolation in ...

Molly rushed in rather late.

"Have I time to do this?" she asked.

We insisted ...

Thanks, Molly.

RIP, Cilla.

By the way, most people managed to follow instructions and avoid the newly-erected scaffolding.

At the time of this publication, (Tuesday,) it's still there ...

Mind my bike!

Just look out next week.

Parking for the Guide Hall.

It has come to our attention that work is to be done on the roof of the Guide Hall shortly.
This will entail the erection of scaffolding that will occupy most of the forecourt.

So, those of you who sometimes occupy the forecourt might be obliged to find alternative parking this coming Friday, 7th August.

We have always recommended that you park in the Market Car Park, accessed from Market Road, and walk through the gap in the Eastern wall which opens into Whyke Lane ...

It's only a couple of hundred yards to walk, so we hope this temporary inconvenience will not put you off attending.

On Tuesday the Guide Hall appeared thus ...

So you have been warned!