The bad dream of Little Musgrave ...

I awoke in a sweat this morning.
At least, I hope I awoke.

I had experienced one of those rare dreams that you remember clearly, wondering if it really happened.
You know: those ones in Technicolor where all your teeth fall out, and you seem to be in a state of embarrassing undress.
(Oh, don’t you have those?)

I had set up the Guide Hall, as usual, for our Friday gathering.
The tables were dressed, the toilet signs had been blue-tacked and festive lights correctly suspended.
All was well, except …
                               nobody else had arrived.

“They all know we begin at 8.00pm!” I am thinking.
I tune my guitar.
8.10pm: still nobody, so I play a scale on the concertina.
“Who’s MC, anyway?”
I sing a few strains of a song that I am trying to recall.

Then, OMG ...
People arrive.
I recognise no one.
They are all dressed in theatrical costume.
In a welcoming manner I approach one who appears like Lady Macbeth.








She's quite pretty.

“Out, damned spot!” she cries at me.
I retreat in embarrassment to look in the mirror.
Oh, she's noticed I've got a cold-sore!
Well, I suppose that we have now been introduced.

At 8.30pm I decide I'd better MC.
I adopt an assertive posture and begin: “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen …”

This is rudely interrupted by a man wearing a wooly hat and bearing a human skull in his hand.
He soliloquises at length ... 

Alas, poor Yorick ...

I adopt an upright posture again to emphasise authority.
I interrupt indignantly: “Don’t you know that this is a folk music club?”
“We’ve tolerated poetry, but am-dram has to be way beyond our remit!”

A Scottish nobleman approaches.
He contrives a malevolent countenance as he threateningly snatches up the bell tree.




“Is this a dagger which I see before me?” quoth he.

errr. no, but ...

This could do significant damage.
It seems inadvisable to contradict him.
In considerable fear, I hastily withdraw.


A horse, a horse, my kingdom for a horse!

… in [my] hurry to carry the news [I] bared [my] breast and ran,
… and when [I] came to the broad mill stream, [I] took off [my] shoes and [I] swam.

Then little Musgrave awakes to discover that it’s only Monday morning after all!

Being Friday the 30th of November, 2012 ...

Apologies to those who wondered if they’d entered the land of Lilliput because the tables seemed smaller than usual.

 

 

More than one participant wondered if they were suffering from vertigo.
Has my stature miraculously increased by several inches?
Had Dogsbody taken too much psychotropic medication?
One pill makes you larger ...

In spite of a shared sense of over-exposure, Paul led us in an evening of brilliant music.

A veritable multitude of requests were fulfilled with astounding quality.

We had the customary references to love, a bit of weather, sorcery, one murder, some inebriation, a horse auction, a song with no teeth, a prison, a dungeon, sedentary Cossack dancing, and at least one reference to a train.

Obscure pictorial clues follow …

Come along, Michael ...
it's time for your medication.

 

Come to bed now, dear.
... but I've not finished!

 

 

Captain Logan had us mangled.

 

 

... his wild harp slung behind him.



A celebrated US penitentiary




Has anyone seen my crumpet?



A Russian lady with a BIG chest!




With a screaching of brakes ...

 

This just gets more and more exciting every week.

So, what are we doing for Christmas?

Only a few weeks away we will have that festive season of over-indulgence, known by some as Yuletide, so here’s a date for your diary …
 

On Friday the 21^st of December the club will meet to celebrate the winter solstice and the imminent anniversary of an historic birth in strange circumstances.

 

Entry will be FREE!
(You need not bring gold nor aromatic unguents. Sheep will be unwelcome.)

Doors open at 7.30pm, anticipating a prompt start at 8.00pm.

Please bring along a plate of food to share and your own beverages, as well as your seasonal songs/tunes. 

Kindly avoid balloons and anything else that might go BANG!


 

Friday 23rd Nov 2012

Good morn .... afternoon Blogmaster & all secret people.

 

I wondered if you could pass on my thanks to all those that attended the club last night and helped to make it an evening for the MC to enjoy. Wasn't it a relief to see PD performing and seemingly none the worse for his "turn of events?" I have told him not to repeat the nature of things again as it just isn't nice to frighten all the horses in this way! Hail to those who were able to react so well and save him.

 

Regards & L2J (To whom we owe money!) You must tell me how much as I never carry cash myself and if my aides aren't present....... well ..... I cannot pay up.

 

I remain as before several people variously Special Bitter / London Apprentice / Musically Bent. 

 

P.S. You will see that I have sent in a comment about the guides function. 

P.P.S. Be alerted to the imminent return of Parkingspaceman and take cover.