Being Friday the 16th day of June 2017 ...

Paul had an interesting take on the notion of folk music:

"Anything I can remember after 50 years is a folk song!"

Elayne educated us with a novel chat-up line ...

Bésame Mucho by Alfonso Niex, 2010

Peter and Tony boarded a Heaven-bound train ...

Keep your hand upon the throttle ...

Roger sang something about the 18th of June 202 years ago ...

 Total combined casualties = 48.000 men killed or wounded.

Two more deaths occurred whist rounding Cape Horn ...

... fell from the tops'l yard ...

We wondered about Ken's vivid imagination ...

I seem to see your face.

Then we went home ...

Good night.
Good night.Good night!

Being Friday the 9th day of June, 2017 ...

Dogsbody was notably absent, but nobody missed him.

Many thanks to Angela and Paul for orchestrating and documenting what appears to have been an enjoyable evening.

Here are some obvious clues about Mike's self-penned offering ...

Being Friday the second day of June, 2017 ...

We were much relieved to be able to enter the Guide Hall in the normal fashion, avoiding the tradesmans' entrance ...

Note also: the new sign.

Being the season of Whitsun, Dogsbody questioned where all the maypoles had gone ...

The ladies remember ...

Roger mentioned this eating utensil once more ...

They dined on mince and slices of quince ...

Ken considered the exhumation of his ancestor ...

to make room for a sewer!

Here's Bryan departing from his customary, self-penned, rhyming social commentary ...

"I didn't write this!" he said.

If you haven't got any,
I'll bring mine!

Lynda entered paranormal realms ...

When I go to sleep at night,
don't you call my name.

Mave announced where she might be sleeping tonight ...

I will lay my head tonight ...

"It's been a good year," sang Conor about his garden ...

But the lawn could stand another mowing.

Mike considered hydrology, looking for something deeper ...

Well, well, well ...

So we went home ...

in complete silence!