Being Friday the Sixteenth Day of September, 2016 ...

In anticipation of a repeat of last week's near-record attendance many chairs were arranged around tables covered with new table-cloths ...

Many chairs remained unoccupied.
"Who's MC this evening?" someone asked.

Whilst Dogsbody and Paul considered the MC issue, Tony facilitated a blue-moon workshop ...

Roger demonstrated his dexterous agility at the dusty end of the fret-board ...

"What chord is that?" asked Tony.
Roger gave an answer that nobody completely understood.

Dogsbody sang of impressment ...

There being plenty of time for conversation, we discussed Paul's assertion that the press gangs were historical myths, fabricated to frighten small children.
Actually, according to wikipedia, impressment was a common legal practice in England from Elizabethan times ...
"The last law was passed in 1835, in which the power to impress was reaffirmed ... [it] remained legal until the early 1900s, and the various laws authorising impressment have never been repealed."

After Bryan spoke in rhyme about drug smuggling, Paul wondered if such activity was also a matter of myth.
We considered the same at some length.
When challenged about the source of his information, Paul was forced to confess ...

Tony, somewhat wary of his reception in such an intimate gathering, resorted to French ...

PAS D'EAUE PASSANT ICI!

Speaking of myths, Mike P. advised against swimming alongside this manner of creature ...

The top's alright, but the rest of her was a fish.

And here's another myth ...

Southern Railway apologises for any inconvenience
to your journey caused by this delay!

Jenny waxed political ...

Fare thee well my dearest dear!

Such sentiment was not unanimously shared.

Roger and Mike went in search of Jesus on a train ...

"Give it a bit o' goat!"

Dogsbody, with a concluding song, stumbled on the downs but went home ... not rich, not poor, but exceedingly happy ...

I've got thousands of these ... or more!

Did anyone notice the spectacular harvest moon?