YES ... MAY DAY!
Dogsbody introduced the proceedings by giving an account of Beltane, a Celtic/Gaelic feast, which falls on this date.
Ancient celebrations involved fire, nudity and invocations of fertility.
We, however, had no conflagrations, all remained clothed and the nearest we came to fertility was to congratulate Bob and Val on their recent grand-parenthood.
The City Folk Club, as you will understand, is a non-political organisation, so we paid only minimal attention to the left-wing significance of this particular date.
Having said that, Melissa's powerful offering was near the mark of socialist revolution ...
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| Great Enoch still shall lead our van ... (Enoch was the name of the hammer that was used for machine-wrecking.) An interesting commentary about the song can be found by clicking cropper lads. |
Once more we admired the new chairs, nobody was tossed to the floor ... but ... look what was discovered lurking in the new Centenary Room ...
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| "I'm such a lonely chair; won't somebody take me home? |
Perhaps the Guides are preserving this rustic relic as a memento of more austere times.
Maybe we can use it as the 'naughty seat'?
Jo and Graham's dog wasn't too keen on the cat ...
Sylvia was bereft that her true love had been pressed into service ...
"Somewhere over the..." played Phil ...
Berry sang about a mystic smile ...
We all joined in to finish the evening thus ...
We went home feeling very happy.
Then, on Saturday, it rained!
2 comments:
Most of the time these days I do not feel driven; Not bothered to breathe that often. Friends and family have given up on me to a very large extent because they feel bored with what I have become. Same old tales; same old tunes! Last week I did manage to get set for an appearance because Ken had reported in sick. However, this subterfuge backfired when at the last minute, so to speak, I found my own indisposition in a cupboard.
It can be called "fear" - brought on by the knowing that the standard of performance has now reached new heights and Ken can no longer afford to carry me.
I am fearful of announcing that this coming week (22nd inst) will be my turn in the MC chair. Fearful that this knowledge will put people off attending. Fear dominates my existence. What I really need a splendid turnout whereby it will be seemly for me to pass my own turn and avoid the pressure of certain failure. From on high I will then be able to Pontificate tearing to shreds all performances that fall below the water mark, this being the role of the MC as I see it!
Berry, my friend, for goodness sake, get a grip!
Don't you know that people eagerly anticipate your appearance at the club?
I even receive emails asking, "Is Berry MC?"
If I respond in the affirmative, I receive further messages: "Oh, good, we'll come along with all our elderly relatives."
Allow me to encourage you, Berry ... You are much-loved in our gathering; indeed many consider you to be part of the furniture.
My only advice otherwise is to relax and KEEP BREATHING!
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