Being Friday the 13th of February, 2015 ...

Notwithstanding superstitions about bad fortune, Friday and the number thirteen, Paul took charge and reminded us that the morrow would be the feast-day of a third century Roman saint ...

So he opened with a song about birds and bees ...

We continued with a number of songs about love: found, lost, unrequited, fulfilled - and otherwise.

None of us, however, felt inclined to accept an invitation to ritual foot-washing ...

We were pleased to welcome Patrick again.
He sang about the injurious effects of an antisocial habit ...

Smoke, smoke, smoke that cigarette.

Tony sang about toe rags round blistered feet ...

Yes, it really is time that Dogsbody acquired
some new socks!

Conor and Colin engaged in conversation about the so-called Irish Pirate Queen from Clew Bay during Elizabethan times.
Nobody is quite sure why, but here is a delightful image of Granuale, AKA Grace O'Malley ...

The number of deaths sustained by the Spanish Armada remains uncertain, but we had account of at least one unlikely maritime procreation.

There were three trains!
Here's one ...

City of New Orleans.

 and even one Railway Hotel ...

"Sorry, dear, it was the best I could do!" sang Phil.

Now, who remembers this evocative film theme from 1960?

Les did and sang a song about land ownership ... (and they still squabble in the Middle East!)

Then all men and women sang ...

and we went home.