Sunday, October 14, 2018

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!)

Saturday, September 8, 2018

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?

Thursday, September 6, 2018

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?

Sunday, August 26, 2018

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!

Sunday, August 19, 2018

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!

Friday, August 17, 2018

What was that song about the Isle of Tiree?

That was the question a friend asked me the other day.
I recounted all those songs and tunes about Hebridean islands that I could think of:
Mingulay Boat Song?  No.
Eriscay Love Lilt?  No.
Skye Boat Song?  No.
.. and so forth.

Later I received a message from my friend, "I think it was called 'Dark Island', and that it was used as a theme tune/song for something."

My memory cells slowly activated.
"Yes, I have heard that title," thought I.
I searched the club archive, (that's [Ctrl + f] in spreadsheets.)
"I have it!" I declared triumphantly.
Indeed, Laurie is documented as have played such a tune on 29th December, 2017.
Here's Laurie's friend, Sophia ...




Research followed.
(Isn't the www a wonderful thing!)
Indeed there was a BBC mini-series broadcast in 1962/3 that was called The Dark Island.
The delightful melody was composed in 1958 by Iain Maclaughlan who used an obscure title: Dr MacKay's Farewell to Creagorry.
David Silver added lyrics and the song became known as The Dark Island.
(There is another set of words by Stewart Ross to the same melody.)

I have a YouTube friend, Tony, from the Isle of Man. He has covered almost every 'folk' song you would care to think of. Here's his rendition ...




Then Mike Oldfield got hold of it ...


There's more to Mr Oldfield than Tubular Bells!

Saturday, August 11, 2018

Being Friday the Tenth day of August, 2019 ...

We admired the new floor.
We were mostly relieved by the change in the weather.
Then we got on with the usual business.

There was universal bird-song ...


Singing of you.

Lynda related the story of an errant wife ...


I'd rather have a kiss ...

Mick took us on a train journey to ...





Bryan pondered about an unusual appearance in the sky ...


I see thunder-clouds building.

Angela received a farewell ...


I'm away to the sea.

Mick and Marion reminisced ...


Gone forever!

Lynda conveyed a holy message ...




Mike sang about East Texas ...


Do daffodils grow there?

Mick played a melody from his recent album ...



So did Laurie ...


Do you waltz, St. Richard?


A lady had a mysterious encounter ...


Your beauty so enticed me ...

Then we waltzed dreamily all the way home!