Being Friday the 2nd of January, 2015 ...

Yes, it's a New Year!

Remarkably, sixteen people felt sufficiently recovered from the season of over-indulgence to attend The City Folk Club.

Dogsbody commenced with a seasonal mudley on this bizarre instrument ...

"Those high notes resonate with my hearing-aid,"
remarked Bob.

Angela had a suggestion for inclusion in Tony's bestial repertoire ...

We like fresh fried fillets of fried fish.

Owen was interestingly obscure with a metal-folk offering ...

It worked well acapella and we look forward to episode 2 on Owen's next visit.

Conor took us to Tasmania ...

Click this link.

Elayne offered to sell bread-crumbs for a small sum ...

We think this might be where Mick spent Christmas ...

That's in the foothills of the Brecon Beacons.

Angela sang a very long song ...

That contributed to two accounts of at least twelve humanoid deaths.
Thanks to Roger, there is one less fiery dragon left to roam the Earth, and a fair maiden is spared ...

"I wish I was a maid again,"
sang Molly.

Now for the serious stuff ...

We received a card from Pat Ware, (Guide Hall bookings-person, secretary and Hon.Treasurer for Friends of Guiding.)

The text appears thus ...

Annual Report ...

2014 was a good year for the City Folk Club, although, OK, the protracted refurbishment of the Guide Hall was marginally disruptive.

We achieved one aim of making minimal profit; even zero would be fine.

(We are about music, encouragement and good company ... not profit!)

666 bodies attended throughout the year, giving an average weekly attendance of 15.14.

That pays the rent, but let us not be complacent.

Please keep coming along, regularly or occasionally, because it's you that makes the club work.

Just things to remember ...

We will meet as usual on Friday, 9th January, but we are excluded on the following Friday, 16th,

After that, all is well for the foreseeable future.