Monday, May 19, 2014

Being Friday the 16th of May, 2014 ...

Angela, fortified by herbal beverage, kept a motley crew in order.



She was presented with a home-made boat, but Moseley chose to use it as a hat ...


"Do you think it might rain?"

Paul delivered wise counsel on how not to be ...



Spoil-sport!

Berry demonstrated his new guitar ...


"... and only fifty quid!"

Mave sang delightfully about an engine driver ...


Now he's the King of the North-Eastern Line.

Now, I'll bet that you all believed that Lord John Franklin was lost in an Arctic wasteland some time after 1845.
Ken gave a different account:
Captain Sir John (RN) became disorientated in this metropolis ...


"Please, can you direct me to the North-West Passage?"
(That seems rather strange because MK was only established in 1967.)

Les lamented the loss of his local filling station ...



... where the old pumps used to stand.

Here you see Melissa's rather lovely guitar ...




Only love can do this, she sang.

Angela made an instrumental debut using her new mandolin.
(Dogsbody forgot to photograph it.)

There was music, singing, yodelling, whistling, foot-tapping, bubble-blowing, benign interpersonal abuse ...
(Yes, Berry and Ken were there!)
There were the usual accounts of love, loss, death ... but no amputations nor confinement in secure units.
Next time, maybe!

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