Being Friday, the 11th day of September, 2015 ...

There was one premature arrival ...

He/she (?) was ejected to occupy
next-door's drain.

Otherwise, what a turn-out this evening - 19 people, most of whom arrived on time. Indeed, some were early, in eager anticipation ...

Observe the joy on these faces.

Angela was in charge.
No one dares even think of defying Angela; she's a teacher ...

Now, listen carefully, children ...

Paul wished he had opted for a different vocation ...

Mave sang about the limitless possibilities of being ...

There are girls who grow up
strong and bold ...

Mike P. embarked on a voyage upstream towards Liverpool ...

No, that's not Mike; it is a youtube friend who has covered

just about every folk song in the English language.

There being one among us who sang about some difficulty with objective gender differentiation, Angela astutely, (almost para-normally!) noted that Dogsbody's predictable imagination was in over-drive.
Angela correctly discerned what he was thinking ...
"What image shall I post on the blog?"
She directed him thus: "Thou shalt post only images of Mars and Venus."

Is all now clear, John?

Colin sang of a dubious activity that some call sport ...

Simon sang of a maritime burial ...

No more he'll hear the tempest howling.

Debbie sent us home to dream of peace in our native land.