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| 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 ...
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| I have tried, in my way ... |
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| Sweet are the cherries ... There, see, there's nothing wrong with that cherry tree! |
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| And may there be no moaning ... |
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| Where the Charing Cross Road sweeps down to The Strand. |
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| My lord, He calls me! |
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| It's a dog's life |
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| Bring back the great Navy days. |
Is it the Visigoths?
Is it the Britons?
Is it Atilla with those Huns?
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| No, it's them Vandals again! |
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| 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.
The club needs you!
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