Being Friday the 5th of September, 2014 ...

We all came together again:  13 humanoid beings, reducing to 11 by half-time.
Was it something Angela, (in charge,) said?
... or were people sensitive about the bladder-evacuating facility?

Angela was anxious ...

... when the sky was full of thunder.

... but we then went on to fair-ground rides.

... and the painted horses
go up and down.

Elayne was reassuring that all would be well ...

... beautiful like a rainbow.

Mick played two violins ...

No ... not simultaneously!
"They are tuned differently," said Mick.
Dogsbody lied when he said, "I understand."

Simon percussed, lost a page, and carried on regardless.

Berry demonstrated his harmonica but failed to play it.

"Yes," said Brenda,
"You may call me 'sweetheart'."

It became clear that Tony has attended yet another session of regression therapy.
He occupied another playground to swing on swings ...

Stop it!
I feel sick!

Now, Tony, last week we had poo.
This week we have vomit.
We eagerly, (nay, anxiously and cautiously,) anticipate whatever is next in your lavatorial repertoire.

Melissa provided sweetly refreshing holiness with Amazing Grace.

Now, that's an interesting song: written by John Newton, a repentant slave-trader whom Jesus discovered somewhere in mid-Atlantic.
The song was first published in 1779.

John Newton, 1725 - 1807.

The additional verse that everyone seems to know was added by Harriet Beecher Stowe in 1790 ...

When we've been there ten thousand years,

Bright shining as the sun,

We've no less days to sing God's praise

Than when we first begun.

Thus blessed, we all joined in!

Another highlight of the evening comprised Lucy, Roger and Mick having a shot at this 1969 classic ...

"Wow!" we all said,

It was different.
Lucy was pretty.
The concerto grosso was damn splendid!

Finally, Angela stepped out to show her legs to the wealthy man, so we all, a thoroughly blessed company, went home!