A small turn-out this evening, but we engaged our usual
musical enthusiasm.
Jake turned up with a couple of sort-of-ukuleles.
One that he made himself was rather handsome, based on a
recycled violin body:
We were pleased to welcome Stuart and Jan all the way from
Horsham. Stuart was rather good and entertained us with stories to introduce
his self-penned material. He was the second person in the room to use a long word: parenthesis!
In summary, the musical performances referred to the
following:
- Only one confirmed death.
- A few bits of love.
- Two marriages, one of which was reluctant.
- An inadvertent conception by the daughter of an old rustic shepherd.
- A terribly strange relationship with a parrot in the garret.
- Sixteen sexual encounters in a South-Wales port.
- Two Buddhist monks and a fair damsel.
Well, all that demonstrates the essence and diversity of
folk music, doesn’t it?
Having had such fun, rather wearily, we all went home and implored
our mothers: “Lay my head upon your breast.”
“Don’t talk dirty!” replied mother.
