Being Friday the Eighth Day of June, 2108 ...

Angela began with an alarm call ...

Awake, Awake!

Ken became a political correspondent ...

Please answer me, PM.

Mave sang of a bright silvery light ...

Bryan remembered historical days of travel ...

Steam trains trundle along.

Elizabeth took us on a melodic journey to the antipodes ...

There were the customary songs of death.
Only one was by a suicide ...

He was, indeed, a peculiar man.

Another was by execution ...

The scaffold was high ...

During the interval Laurie demonstrated his artistic talent ...

We departed in protest regarding our freedom to roam ...

Kinder Scout, 24th April, 1932.
Think of the grouse!

Being Friday the First Day of June, 2018 ...

Yes, it is June already.
(Who knows where the time goes?)

Apologising for missing Whitsun, Dogsbody opened proceedings with a song about dancing ladies ...

There's a fine Roll of Honour ...

Paul, claiming that any song that is over 50 years old must be a folk song, wondered why his pulse was erratic ...

Why do you miss ... ?

Suzanne followed with, "This is a folk song because I'm singing it, and I'm over 50."
Andrew chivalrously challenged that assertion ... but only about Suzanne's age.

Then Andrew wondered what time his train might arrive ...

Bryan also referred to age by giving a poetic account of his medication ...

Something to make you pee!

Dogsbody sang a mournful ballad about dead birds ...

It didn't end well for the poachers.

Paul and Angela's offering was more optimistic ...

Watch for the break of day.

Andrew justified why he kept returning home ...

Well, dear, it's because of your apple pie.

Peter and Tony gave us a weather forecast ...

Wind and Rain!

Bryan did more 'considering' ...

Is your life planned out ahead?

Conor's late arrival from rural Hertfordshire was completely forgivable ...

This train didn't stop!

Then it was time to go home ...

... and joy be with you all!

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.

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.