Being Friday the 21st of March, 2014 ...

Also coinciding with  the vernal equinox ...

Here is the news …

An asteroid around two-thirds of a mile wide (1.2km) could hit the earth on March 21, 2014 and has been classified as "an event meriting careful monitoring" by astronomers.

This long foretold cataclysm did not happen.
We were spared ...
We remained calm ...

No tears were shed.

Paul, perhaps unaware of approaching Armageddon, sensitively encouraged us to get on with business-as-usual at The City Folk Club.

Was it that an impending global catastrophe prompted Elayne to demonstrate her rock-chick credentials?
Clearly, there is more to one musically-accomplished astro-physicist, Meatloaf and Elayne than meets the eye or ear ...

We shed icicles instead of tears.

Suddenly, folk music and song acquired, embraced and welcomed a whole new perspective.
We might have a shot at 'Bohemian Rhapsody' another time?

12 charitable requests were fulfilled.
(Only 74 still to go.)

Roger rolled-on dreaming of a lover who died with a gold chain round her neck.
The other reported deaths were too many to count ...

It was better to die 'neath an Irish sky ...

Lynda sang about an airborne creature over a cradle.

A bomber above her ...

Nigel couldn’t help falling in love with Brenda ...

A sentiment we widely share.

Berry, (out of jealousy?) implored us to love him.
(It’s OK, Berry, you have always been in our hearts!)

At some point Angela observed that one participant appeared to be falling asleep.
“No, no ... worry not.” said Dogsbody,
“Nigel is simply imbibing wonderful music through the pores of his very soul!”

Meanwhile, Mike had been imbibing a traditional Irish beverage before he performed something about a fearsome weather phenomenon …

(Painting , 'Sorely Tried', by John Chancellor, (1925-84.))
"Permission to shorten sail, Cap'n?" shouts an anxious First Mate.

"No ... it's only a squall
... have another one of these!"

Mike's self-penned number, 'Squall', was a first-time-out
... of supreme quality.

Mike, in a song, made only one tangential allusion to illicit earnings.
(Such can be the unsavoury nature of folk-song.)
Apart from the correct amount of cash being subscribed to the pot, (that's a first!) no money was exchanged for favours.
Modesty was undefiled.

Geoff ... good to see/hear you again!
We were invited to wonder about this enigmatic countenance ...

Painting by some Italian bloke, (1452-1519.)

After two failed attempts at finding an accessible key, we embarked homeward humming this melody …

"I've told you before, Nigel, we can't sing in the key of E!"

• We looked to the skies ...
• No dangerously-approaching extra-terrestrial bodies were perceived through the clouds.
• Perhaps, if we are spared, we'll do the same again next Friday.