No!
We got on with business as usual.
Paul, occupying the seat of universal power, began with an historic tale about a famous battle in the colonies ...
I think the British lost!
(However, one year later, we won at Waterloo.)
(However, one year later, we won at Waterloo.)
Yvonne has been captivated by an international sporting event of no great importance.
Meanwhile, England lost to Italy.
When a Knight Won His Spurs …
Roger played and sang this children’s hymn written by Jan Struther set to a folk melody, Stowey, harmonised by RVW, and first performed in 1931 …
Roger did it better, and those of us of a certain vintage remembered our primary school hymn-books.
Who would have believed that Angela used to smoke those silly little cigarettes?
... but the synchronised whistling was rather good.
Angela promised Sun, Sun, Sun ...
Ken sang about an intoxicating beverage ...
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| Beer, glorious beer... |
Mave confessed to having buried three husbands.
Now she's looking for another one.
There were no takers!
Mike recounted a visit to the IOW music festival ...
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| Sat in a circle in the Sun ... |
Actually, I am a swan, declared Yvonne ...
Participants were sworn to secrecy when Dogsbody sang , "Death, oh Death, come take my wife ..."
Participants were sworn to secrecy when Dogsbody sang , "Death, oh Death, come take my wife ..."
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| Ophelia, John Everett Millais, 1829-1896 |
(I really didn't mean it!)
Finally, Lucy sent us home on a big 707 ...
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| Hear the mighty engines roar. |
Otherwise we went home in our usual whispered tones.
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