Saturday, May 26, 2018

Being Friday the 25th Day of May, 2018 ...

And your host for the evening ...


"Hello, what's your name?"

Berry began with an account of toxic precipitation ...


... like helpless tears.

Angela and Paul engaged in entomology ...


Caught a dragonfly inside a jar.

Jane and Phil traversed this famous bridge ...


... one misty morning, early.
It didn't end well!

Mike seems to have been indulging in psycho-active substances ...


Take me for a trip on your magic swirling ship.

Then it was Berry's turn again ...


Tell her I'm sorry!

Paul with Angela never heard the bells ring ...



An unexplained chill filled the room as Bryan went supernatural ...


... a ghost on the moor.

It was opined* that Bryan wrote his poem after consuming too much of this preserve ...


*Thanks to Ken for use
of the rarely used
verb 'to opine'.



We were delighted to welcome Bill once more to our company.
In collaboration with Roger he performed something about interior decorating with sub-standard paint ...


Quote of the week from Roger:
"A tribute to American primitivism!"

Marion and Mick joined an evangelical choir ...




Before going home we all joined in with Berry ...


... will make you weep!

A lavatorial apology ...
We have been aware that the motion-sensitive lighting in the first toilet cubicle has been inoperative for the past three weeks.
That cubicle has usually be assigned to 'LADIES', only because we deem it necessary for standing males to aim accurately.
This fault has been reported to the Guide Hall management.
The response is, "The District Commissioner has it in hand, as is the intermittent operation of the hand-dryer in one of the other cubicles."
Meanwhile a torch will be available for ladies.

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Being Friday the 18th Day of March, 2018 ...

Exercise your mind by deciphering these random pictorial clues and obscure captions ...

Paul began with a sad tale of family break-up ...

... take your time,
Think a lot.

We considered the metaphorical significance of hearing the nightingale sing ...

Out of his knapsack ...

Elayne said a fond farewell ...

You leave to the sound of ...

Then she embarked with Roger on a new career ...

Get a little hint of how God must feel.

Lynda regretted the changing face of the Dublin waterside ...

Farewell, sweet Anna Liffey.

Bryan  considered the beauty of horse-hair ...

When powdered wigs were de-rigeur.

Tony sang something about bombs ...

The Sun has come to Earth.

Then there was a dog called Jake, and a cat named after this antique instrument ...



Lynda sailed away ...

 far from the coaly Tyne,

Then it was Bryan's turn to cheer us again as he wondered about the world we live in ...

Where our young men are sent to die.

Finally a happy tale of love from Roger ...

"Don't you like my runcible spoon?"

So, we look forward to even more fun next Friday.

Saturday, May 12, 2018

Being the XIth Day of May MMXIII...

We convened as a welcome alternative to EuroVision.

Angela and Paul's opening song led us to consider the political correctness regarding how we should refer to native North Americans ...


In these Black Hills they are happy to be known as Injuns!

Mike maintained that Saint Brendan from Ireland got there first in a fragile vessel which might have appeared thus ...




There were three blackbird songs.
Here's one ...




Laura sang of how she had spent a whole day searching for something she had lost ...

Is this what you're looking for?

There were the customary songs of love, reciprocated, unrequited and one with unfortunate consequences for Maggie ...


She'd a figure like a frigate of the line.

Bryan shared some poetic thoughts about a midnight visit to the shore ...




There were countless deaths, a fratricide and one supernatural resurrection ...

She charmed her true love out of his grave ...

Roger was in trouble again ...

Before Judge Holden I was took ...

There was one tiny problem with communication ...

"Sorry, caller ... I can't connect you to Heaven."

Of course, there was war ...

... and the British kept a-coming.

Andrew sent us home thinking of lawlessness ...

Hold-ups pulled off like they planned it.


Tuesday, May 8, 2018

Being Friday the Fourth Day of May, 2018 ...

We are unsure what happened to spring this year.
Now it seems to be summer ...


We shall sing and dance the day ...

Elayne, she who was born elvish, took us to Middle Earth again ...


A light on the water ...

Simon brought Debbie gifts from Amsterdam ...



Mick prepared for old age ...


When I'm old and grey ...

Then there was Debbie's traditional ballad based on the life of a mad Russian mystic ...


Ra-Ra, Mr Putin.

Phil and Jane transported us to a Hebridean island ...


Far from the silver shore.

The mood then reverted with a 'traditional', (so says Ken,) Russian ballad that seems to have exacerbated Ken's fertile imagination ...


Российский фестиваль водки
"Hello, my name is Natasha."
BEWARE THIS COSSACK MAID!

OK, lots more happened, and it was a truly splendid evening totalling 36 performances.

Very many thanks for all your support and contributions.