He sang about kisses on his bottom …
Mave sang about spooning on top of this public conveyance …
Side-by-side with Angela and Paul, we inaugurated an new Olympic sport ... synchronised whistling!
(We'll need to work on that synchronicity!)
Connor remembered Harry Farr, shot at dawn for cowardice during WW1, and pardoned in 2006 …
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| A Nation’s guilty secret is a generation’s debt. |
Ken wanted to see bright lights and dancing ...
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The bus for Thursdays Night Club leaves the Cathedral at 23.15 hours.
Mave wouldn’t let him go!
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Marion took a shine to the bloke who spun her around on this fairground contraption …
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| More, more! Faster, faster! |
- Sue sucked …
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| ... under the blossom that hangs from the bough. |
- Lorna blew ...
- Mick and Marion imbibed ...
Patrick wondered why the toilet seat in a nunnery was often discovered in this position ...
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| ... and why does that Sister have to shave twice daily? |
Mave found something under her bed …
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| ... it couldn’t do any harm! |
Regrettably, Nigel, being overcome with lethargy, couldn’t make it.
We talked about the merits of singing, caffeine and illicit substances as possible remedies for neurasthenia.
Nigel had chosen bed!
However, near-miraculously, Nigel's spare guitar managed to come along ...
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| Many thanks for the loan, Nigel, but a handsome instrument doesn't make an accomplished guitarist! |
For some obscure reason, Berry and Paul perambulated ...
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| Ken appeared intimidated. |
In closing, Berry invited us all meet again in the Promised Land ...
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... but we packed up and went home instead. |
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