Readers of the earlier post will understand that I searched youtube for a tune entitled 'cotillion'. There were quite a few, but not one that I immediately recognised as Elizabeth's charming offering. Serendipity was at hand as I discovered this delightful melody ...
For those who are so-inclined, here are the-dots-and-lines ...
I notice, of course, that there is a discrepancy in spelling of the titles, but the first line looks like the same melody to me.
Had people made a special effort in anticipation of Berry' turn as MC? (That came as a surprise to Berry; he had forgotten!) We wondered if the fresher weather had an energising effect. Paul and Angela thought otherwise ...
... let me rest!
Roger campaigned ...
... and who robbed the miner?
Laurie played a verys l o w, gentle air ...
"This is about a maritime disaster."
Elizabeth played a cotillion. No, a cotillion is not a musical instrument; it's a dance ...
Isn't that delightful? Should we introduce dancing lessons?
Les lamented a North American endangered species ...
Buffalo Hunt, William Robinson Leigh, 2012.
Bryan speculated about the tedium of being a monarch ...
" ... and you expect me to wear this monstrosity?!"
Jane and Phil had a warning ...
... keep away from the light!
Dogsbody was not hopeful about his efforts at flirtation, but ...
and we'll give them old gossips some tonguing to do!
Lynda went stealing sheep ...
Honestly, officer ... All I have is my own!
Graham and Jo didn't dance, but ...
We liked that!
Mave went cotton-picking ...
My back is killing me!
Of course, we couldn't leave before Jo & Graham
rocked us like ...
a southbound train.
Sincere thanks to all those who came along to enjoy some smashing songs and music. (This time we even managed to pay the rent!)
Paul was a little surprised to find himself in the seat of authority. He has no money, but he has...
Gold in the morning Sun
For some obscure reason Laura remembered Jack Hargreaves and wondered about the theme tune to the TV series 'Out of Town' ...
Of course, Recuerdos de la Alhambra sounds nothing like Paul's opening song, and most of us remember the programme being in monochrome! We were a little concerned about Tony who related a gory tale regarding prostitution and murder most foul ...
When he met with a pretty young whore!
Berry demonstrated his patriotism ...
She don't have a lot to say. Some day I'm gonna make her mine!
Laura journeyed in the lee of an island in Lake Huron ...
Then it was Tony's turn to lament for his lost youth ...
Only Brian could ask about this vehicle parked outside the Guide Hall ...
Do you know anyone who needs a cherry tree renovated?
Perhaps it was the oppressively hot weather; maybe it was the late finish of an important match at Wimbledon ... or were we overcome with grief at England's failure to win that semi-final match in Russia? Was it superstition about the date: Friday the Thirteenth? Should we blame Laurie, whose absence he announced last week? Or was it that Ken had publicised his intention to attend? We were, indeed, a small company ...
You are invited to work out these cryptic images ...
I have tried, in my way ...
Sweet are the cherries ... There, see, there's nothing wrong with that cherry tree!
And may there be no moaning ...
Where the Charing Cross Road sweeps down to The Strand.
My lord, He calls me!
It's a dog's life
Bring back the great Navy days.
Is it the Visigoths? Is it the Britons? Is it Atilla with those Huns?
No, it's them Vandals again!
No, no, I cannot take your hand!
So, you will discern that we enjoyed a wonderful variety and great quality of music and songs. HOWEVER ... Please be aware that 8 people contributing only £15.70 in subscriptions does not cover the rent. If such small attendances continue, we will shortly be dipping into historical capital. So please come along whenever you can. Bring friends, distant relatives and even strangers off the street.
