Being 11 Days before Christmas, 2018 ...

Our seasonal celebration was well attended ...

We were full of admiration for the table decorations.
Many thanks to Angela.

Thank you to everyone who came along: 32 of you!

Thank you for sharing your delightful food, as well as your music.

Thank you to those who generously donated prizes for the raffle and bought tickets.
We raised £54.00 which will be donated to the Friends of Guiding.

Special thanks to the person who donated this prize ...

Dogsbody loves him dearly!

So, here we are ... almost at turn-of-the-year.

Our next meeting will be on Friday, 28th December, so please come along with all those seasonal songs that you have diligently rehearsed, but didn't have to to perform.

Here's something we didn't hear ...

WAES HAEL!

Cold Winter is Come ...

THE CITY FOLK CLUB

INVITES YOU TO …

A GRAND FESTIVE PARTY

  

FRIDAY 14^th DECEMBER

Doors open 7.30 for music at 8.00pm.

Seasonal music

Shared food

Raffle

Great company

Please bring along your festive music, a plate of food to share and your own beverages.

Entry will be FREE, but please bring money to buy raffle tickets.

(Proceeds to Friends of Guiding.)

Being Friday the Sixteenth Day of November, 2018 ...

How would we have coped without The Occasional Choir?

Thanks to Suzanne, Andy, Elayne and Helen
for coming along, and for your
splendid harmonies.

Being Halloween ...

There are those who declare that Dogsbody need to book a dental appointment ...

Being Friday the Twelfth Day of October, 2108 ...

Here is Pam making rain sounds ...

Dogsbody waited for sunset ...

Then I'll take the tideway ...

Laurie advised us where not to sit ...

Roger wished that he were an inanimate illuminator ...

.. on a west-bound train.

Then we hoisted this sail, weighed anchor and went home ...

... and if ever I return again,
I will make you my bride!

Being Friday the Fifth Day of October, 2018 ...

Laurie regretted the passing of this popular French singer ...

Phil and Jane remembered an historic railway line ...

The Shoreham Stinker.

Roger performed his self-penned masterpiece ...

... leave all sorrows in the past.

What Else Happened in September?

Lots of things, but the highlight ...

These were left-overs from Lynda's Macmillan tea party.
We scoffed the lot, and Lynda was able to give loads of money to a worthwhile charity.

(And we managed to pay the rent!)

Being the Seventh Day of September, 2018 ...

Sarah tells me that we are now in autumn ...

Whatever happened to the equinox, Sarah?

Indeed, we had to briefly fire up the central heating.

We celebrated a harvest ...

... monarch of them all.

Paul sang, played and whistled.
If I were a ...

Would you have my baby?

We all love Paul very dearly, but he received no offers regarding procreation.

Elayne and Roger collaborated dangerously.
It involved a heavenly dream ...

I've heard it said that love ...

Bryan declared his delight in nature ...

I love the reeds by the river.

"It's the only way ..." advised Ken ...

Elayne issued an invitation to be swayed ...

but Paul simply percussed!

Elizabeth played a lovely tune ...

Is that a hurdy-gurdy I hear?
Elizabeth's rendition was much better.

Dogsbody was obliged to apologise to Laurie for saying, "Well, I recognise some of the notes."

Rose of Allendale goes like this ...

We were really privileged to have this gentleman and Jan in our company ...

Stuart sent us home in peace, guided by moonbeams ...

Somebody forgot their bicycle ...

I wonder if it belongs to Mike?

Being the Last Day of August, 2018 ...

Is this the end of the summer?

Louise tells us that, meteorologically
speaking, YES, it is!

Never mind.
There are lots of good songs about autumn.
Here's one ...

Paul wept uncontrollably while hoping and waiting.

Ken performed a song relating to his silver wedding anniversary.

Mave hid under the table at this lyric ...

Ten thousand men you say you've had!

Mave readily composed herself and ventured into holiness ...

Gonna walk to the glory!

Roger was circumspect about the death of a British General ...

I die contented!

Dogsbody considered mythical beings ...

... we were always here!

Bryan soliloquised.

Bryan is the only person I have ever met who can spell that word.
He can pronounce it ... and even do the action!

Bryan is not too keen on plastic women on Saturday TV ...

Beware, Bryan.
Gaby would eat you for breakfast!

Mick played a track from his new album ...

Then we went home ...

I wonder if anyone dreamed about Berry?

Being Friday the Twenty-fourth Day of August, 2018 ...

On this day in the year of the Lord 410 the Visigoths sacked the city of Rome ...

Even Berry was not sufficiently aged to remember the event, and nobody had any songs in celebration thereof.

Berry, however, (as MC,) approved of the herring-bone arrangement of our usual tables ...

That's only five tables to clear at the end of the evening!

Berry asked, "What do you make of this guy? ...

"Fishy," responded Angela.

Then we got on with music.

Berry went a shade of celestial blue ...

Laurie demonstrated a seamless key-change on his accordion in a delightful tune.
Dogsbody considered the origin of a stranded marine being ...

... a herring-hag is named.

Marion and Mick couldn't go out because Marion couldn't find something ...

Bob was very reluctant to put articulate some sadness ...

... how you broke my heart.

Angela pondered uncertainties ...

There was a temporary seating rearrangement as Berry joined Angela and Paul in a collaboration lamenting something about Pierrot and Columbine ...

It's over!

This rearrangement enabled Laurie to listen intently ...

Roger illicitly boarded a train ...

Then we all sang 'Good Night' to Irene, but Irene wasn't there!

Strange events of Friday the Seventeenth Day of August, 2018 ...

A certain person, known for instruments of percussion, but who would wish to remain anonymous, brought along his bodhran.
Oh, look, he's brought a stand for a guitar as well ...

Then he opened his guitar case ...

It's an air-guitar!

Paul began by dreaming ...

I want a girl to call my own.

Lynda greeted a new morning ...

Cruel cannons roar!

Berry invited us to treat him thus ...

... but love me!

Paul wanted freedom ...

I have tried, in my way ...

Mike related a tale of a notorious trade in human body-parts ...

"This one will make an ideal heart donor!"

Bryan, our resident philosopher-poet and true gentleman, does a lot of thinking ...

His poem enigmatically entitled It generated some discussion.
Bryan's wisdom paraphrases as follows ...
"Reality exists only in the past. After all, the present is ephemeral. In a microsecond it is gone - past. And the future holds no guarantees!"

Lynda serenaded us with some sound agricultural advice of biblical origin ...

Every leaf is borrowed.

Then we wished each other ...

Good night. Good night.

Fortunately Mike, bearing empty guitar case, did remember where he had left his motor car!