Being Friday the 25th of April, 2014 ...

This erudite person took charge ...

"Is that my best profile?" asked Berry.
"Is it OK to wake up now?" asked Mick!

Berry's skillful MC-ing, a fairly prompt start and an encouraging attendance meant that we enjoyed 34 performances during the evening.

Paul employed an Anglo-Saxon expletive only twice.
Otherwise he was polite, considerate and charming.

We welcomed, Peter, a visitor from Toronto.
Berry considered singing a song about this railway company ...

but he couldn't remember the words!

Yvonne declared her affection for an employee of Trinity House ...

Someone needs to tell Yvonne that such
erections are now all remotely operated.

We heard about flowers ...

Don't worry, Marion; some day
the rose will bloom again.

Melissa discovered these blossoms in her father's garden.

Connor took us to a remote village in County Clare ...

Here's a recording with lyrics of Spancil Hill with Christie Moore and Shane MacGowan ...

 

Connor's rendition was gentler, more sensitive and rather good.
Lynda asked, "What's that song?"
In response Dogsbody had difficulty retaining emotional continence.

Molly was captivated by the notion of 'frolicsome' ...

Could you fancy a poor sailor-lad?

Mave engaged once more with a lady of generous proportions at Mrs Fanshawe's ballroom dancing class ...

Mrs Tiverton was 14 stones and of medium height.
A lady is never a gentleman, but she may be your bosom friend.

Ken, sang and played ...

It's the falling over factor ...

Dogsbody wept uncontrollably!

Marion sang about a silly old fool ...

I won him in a raffle, and now I can't get rid!
Mick didn't appear to mind.

Then, after invoking sunshine, we all went home in silence!
(Thank you.)