OK, nobody sang that.
It was a slowish start, so Bob took the opportunity to acquire some pearls of Berry's wisdom ...
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| See how attentive Bob is to Berry's generous instruction. |
There being only five available tables we had a pentagonal set-up ...
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| Someone asked, "Is there occult significance to this arrangement?" |
Angela was in the chair.
In anticipation of a gig, Angela, Paul, Roger and Lucy went through some of their engaging repertoire.
Tell us about the gig then ...
Angela, Paul and friends are being spotlighted at The Willows Folk Club in Arundel on Wednesday, 25th March.
Shall we all go?
Tony sang something truly gruesome ...
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| The worms crept out and the worms crept in ... |
Courtesy of Ken, there was psychopathy ...
... which he followed with a very amusing account of an elderly dominatrix with a whip, a rope and loose dentures ...
Mabel hasn't weathered well; she's eighty-four next week.
There was one suicide and two accounts, (well, three ... if you include Tony's cat,) of grave digging ...
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| Dig my grave both wide and deep. |
Mave invited us to join her in tending to root vegetables ...
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| I be a turmot hoer, From Wiltshire I did come ... |
Conor sang about a Biblical figure ...
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| Holy Moses. No, that's Charlton Heston. |
Not withstanding all the above, we departed with peaceful, easy feelings ...
Thank you, Lynda.
... and thank you, Angela, for looking after us.
... and to everyone who came along.
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