History repeating?

Now regarding Scottish independence ...
Yes, no?
Oh, I don't know, but here's a wonderful song ...

The song relates to the reputed bribery and corruption, (probably true,) that surrounded the Act of Union of 1707.

Dick Gaughan amended some traditional lyrics soon after the Scots' vote in favour of a separate Scottish Parliament in 1979 was vetoed by a Westminsterial sleight-of-hand; those who did not vote were counted as 'no'.

The music is Dick's own composition.

Dick writes: "The verses call for the recognition of Scotland's right to sovereignty and the choruses argue against prejudice between our peoples."

Ack: http://www.dickgaughan.co.uk/songs/texts/tweed.html

Whatever the outcome of this forthcoming referendum, I predict tears on both sides the Tweed.

Let friendship and honour unite and flourish ... wherever!

Being Friday the 5th of September, 2014 ...

We all came together again:  13 humanoid beings, reducing to 11 by half-time.
Was it something Angela, (in charge,) said?
... or were people sensitive about the bladder-evacuating facility?

Angela was anxious ...

... when the sky was full of thunder.

... but we then went on to fair-ground rides.

... and the painted horses
go up and down.

Elayne was reassuring that all would be well ...

... beautiful like a rainbow.

Mick played two violins ...

No ... not simultaneously!
"They are tuned differently," said Mick.
Dogsbody lied when he said, "I understand."

Simon percussed, lost a page, and carried on regardless.

Berry demonstrated his harmonica but failed to play it.

"Yes," said Brenda,
"You may call me 'sweetheart'."

It became clear that Tony has attended yet another session of regression therapy.
He occupied another playground to swing on swings ...

Stop it!
I feel sick!

Now, Tony, last week we had poo.
This week we have vomit.
We eagerly, (nay, anxiously and cautiously,) anticipate whatever is next in your lavatorial repertoire.

Melissa provided sweetly refreshing holiness with Amazing Grace.

Now, that's an interesting song: written by John Newton, a repentant slave-trader whom Jesus discovered somewhere in mid-Atlantic.
The song was first published in 1779.

John Newton, 1725 - 1807.

The additional verse that everyone seems to know was added by Harriet Beecher Stowe in 1790 ...

When we've been there ten thousand years,

Bright shining as the sun,

We've no less days to sing God's praise

Than when we first begun.

Thus blessed, we all joined in!

Another highlight of the evening comprised Lucy, Roger and Mick having a shot at this 1969 classic ...

"Wow!" we all said,

It was different.
Lucy was pretty.
The concerto grosso was damn splendid!

Finally, Angela stepped out to show her legs to the wealthy man, so we all, a thoroughly blessed company, went home!

Being Friday the 29th of August, 2014 ...

From the outset Dogsbody lost all control of events.

Berry had words to say about impromptu collaborations, performers being 'precious' and taking themselves too seriously.
Some listened intently.
Some reluctantly discussed.
Dogsbody said nothing.
Others just yawned ...

Then we carried on as normal.

We were very pleased to welcome an occasional visit by Derek and Roberta all the way from Worcester via Rustington.

Here's Derek playing guitar accompanied by Roberta on fan ...

Roberta is the pretty one.

Kate and Tom arrived by accident.
Finding that we were not circle-dancers, they left at half-time after an appropriate and engaging vocal contribution from Kate.

Tears were shed ...

... in the rain.

Mave regretted that she saw only shearwaters when she went whale-spotting ...

Sue delighted us with a rendition of this work by Robert Herrick, (1591-1674.)

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

   Old Time is still a-flying;

And this same flower that smiles today

   Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,

   The higher he's a-getting,

The sooner will his race be run,

   And nearer he's to setting.

The age is best which is the first,

   When youth and blood are warmer;

But being spent, the worse, and worst

   Times succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,

   And while ye may, go marry;

For having lost but once your prime,

   You may forever tarry.

That is entitled To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time.
Age and experience disqualified most of us to make much use of Sue's wise counsel!

Tony gave outrageous advice for insomniacs.

"Do at least one poo a day!"

Patrick sang and played rather like this ...

Is that folk?
Well, it includes two executions and an amorous encounter whereby it qualifies.
Anyway, nobody took offence. It was fun!

Thanks to all who coped so admirably with the Spartan facilities there were no embarrassing moments.
Nobody flushed while music was in progress ...

We are assured that doors have been ordered.
Plasterers and plumbers are expected shortly.

So, YES, we will do it all again next Friday, and every Friday in September.

Being Friday the 22nd of August, 2014 ...

Back to normal ... well, almost.

Berry took the chair of benign authority ...

Can you believe this?
Berry is in his 8th decade of mortal toil.
What is the secret of those youthful good looks?

There were nineteen pairs of buttocks on seats, and money to match!
Dogsbody found a cushion ...

To whom does this belong?

The refurbishment of the hall continues apace, albeit we had to improvise on the plumbing facilities ...

If the lamp is within, don't go in!

Something is going on outside ...

Ken and Mave did not go to Whitby because Mave has suffered a very serious, penetrating injury from a sewing needle ...

Such fashionable footwear!

Somehow, then,  mysteriously Mave grew a tail ...

Blame Ken for that image.
He encouraged me!

Then we got on with our usual business of singing and performing songs about lost love, poverty, death and whaling.
Oh, it was so jolly!

Barry demonstrated the use of two capos ...

Debbie played two recorders simultaneously ...

Cider seems to help!

And we had a super-group ...

It can be reliably reported that there were no severed limbs, only a few tears were shed and such maidenheads as exist remain unmolested.

And, YES, we will be here next week, Friday, 29th of August.