Being Friday the 14th of December, 2012 ...

We welcomed 20 stalwart souls who wandered in from the chilly and moist outdoors.

All were enthusiastic to perform.

… but who is MC?

“Oh, it should be Mike,” said Lynda after consulting her extensive database.

Mike arrived in good time and we had sufficient bodies to pay the rent.

A prompt start was only slightly delayed as the Whyke Lane Woodwind Ensemble retreated to that little room to rehearse something they’d never done together before.

(Don’t worry, it wasn’t apparent in performance!)

 

With just one week to go before our special Christmas celebration, many offerings had a seasonal flavour. There was a smattering of holiness, considerable frivolity and good cheer, rustic metaphor, a song about parental disapproval and one mention of a train.

 

One woodwind player demonstrated the impossibility of playing the recorder with gloved hands.

 

Tony acquired the description of being an isomorph, whatever that may mean.
 

Is there a God above?

 

Look what we've just seen!

 

 

 

 

 

I hung at Tyburn ...

 

 

 

A thoroughbred racing donkey.

I'm only doing zeds!

Be assured ...

• All amorous encounters were pure fantasy, as was any aerial activity in the company of Father Christmas.
• All mutilations and deaths were entirely fictional, or matters of historical reportage.
• No donkeys or penguins were harmed in this production.

A Party Reminder ...

The club will be holding a seasonal party at the Guide Hall on Friday, 21^st December, commencing promptly at 8.00pm, (doors open from 7.30pm.)

 

We have negotiated an extension until midnight. Music will cease at 11.30, leaving us half-an-hour to clear up before departing in absolute silence.

 

So, revisit your festive musical offerings, and please bring along a plate of food to share.

 

Somebody asked about dress-code.

One suggestion is ‘dress in your fineries’!
Like this? ...

 

 

 

 

 

There ... hasn't that put you all in festive mood?

It's in the key of G.
Roger gets the solo guitar part.
Dancing is optional.

In Memoriam ...

Sir Patrick is no more.
As well as being an eccentric astronomer who lived in Selsey, he was a keen musician.
Moseley chose this clip in memory ...

 

 

 



Being Friday the 7th of December, 2012 ...

“Is that seismic noise coming from the boiler?“ asks Angela in some anxiety.
Dogsbody summons up all his courage to investigate.
The central heating is operating satisfactorily.
From philosiphers' balcony he observes pyrotechnic activity in the sky over a stately home somewhere to the North.


We will be complaining to the Earl of March.


In spite of such inconsiderate disturbance, we enjoy another evening of smashing music in extraordinarily good company.

Angela presents Pam with a large rain-making device.



No, Pam ... not now!

Musical offerings include the usual bits of love, (requited or otherwise,) a couple of trains, a bloody massacre with an indeterminate death-count, ships and fishing, a two-timing prostitute, pollination and a closing toast.





Where the Sun never shines ...

 

  



Silver darlings



 

"Now, God be praised: I die contented."



Bzzzz ... and I hope you like me, too.

  

 



A BR Standard class 4, 4-6-0 getting up steam.

 



 

 



Here's your toast ...
Now clear up and go home!