Paul began with a sad tale of family break-up ...
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| ... take your time, Think a lot. |
We considered the metaphorical significance of hearing the nightingale sing ...
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| Out of his knapsack ... |
Elayne said a fond farewell ...
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| You leave to the sound of ... |
Then she embarked with Roger on a new career ...
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| Get a little hint of how God must feel. |
Lynda regretted the changing face of the Dublin waterside ...
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| Farewell, sweet Anna Liffey. |
Bryan considered the beauty of horse-hair ...
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| When powdered wigs were de-rigeur. |
Tony sang something about bombs ...
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| The Sun has come to Earth. |
Then there was a dog called Jake, and a cat named after this antique instrument ...
Lynda sailed away ...
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| far from the coaly Tyne, |
Then it was Bryan's turn to cheer us again as he wondered about the world we live in ...
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| Where our young men are sent to die. |
Finally a happy tale of love from Roger ...
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| "Don't you like my runcible spoon?" |
So, we look forward to even more fun next Friday.
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