Being Friday the 26th day of June, 2015 ...

On this day in 1977 this man performed his final concert in Indianapolis ...

On this day of 2015 Bob received further pearls of wisdom from CFC's elder statesman ...

Berry then declared his continuing loyalty to the throne ...

I'm gonna make Her mine!

Dogsbody sang a song that was neither soppy nor sentimental.
Indeed, it was particularly bad as he went a-catching of talpidae ...

Elayne confessed a love of Disney ...

A rumour circulated that Phil might have been over-dosing on happy pills, or perhaps he'd just been on a pun-workshop ...

• What's your dog's name?
• Haemorrhoid.
• Why do you call him that?
• Because he's a pain in the a*se!

Ken indulged in parody from the basement ...

Mave blessed us with this home-going offering ...

It has been reliably reported that Thames Water is recycled at least

seven times through the human body before it emerges from your tap.

Is that why it is so sweet?!

Being one day after the 18th of June, 200 years on ...

We lamented ...

No, Mr Carthy, MBE, wasn't there, but Roger done it good.

On a happier note, Angela encouraged us to join in a song to wish a certain senior participant further years of mortal toil ...

How old are you now?
we sang.

Berry couldn't remember his age, but he gave us this clue:

"I must have been born soon after the Dambuster's raid on Germany."

So work that out.

... and there was cake!

Berry claims to have made it himself.

Dogsbody, who achieved only a D for O-Level French, was confused by Phil's reference to sans pantalon.

Now, should that be 'pantalon' or 'pantalons'?

Why do pants always come in pairs?
Why is 'brassiere' a singular noun?

Mike P. had a theory about bridges ...

Bridges are meant for burning!

Continuing the war-like theme, Tony sang of mutilation ...

 "By God, sir, I've lost my leg!", exclaims Lord Uxbridge.
Wellington replies, "By God, sir, so you have!"

We went northwards with Paul ...

... remember a holiday ...

Welcome back, Elayne. We've missed you ...

Elayne's offering was unkindly described as soppy, sentimental ...

 and utterly charming!
Dogsbody apologised later ... see earlier post for explanation.

Mave's boyfriend had difficulty with a motor vehicle ...

So Mave boarded the last train from
a Lancashire mill town.

Then, in Debbie's company, we reverted to Napoleonic times ...

... and we went home very peacefully.

Folk at the Chapel, 06/06 ...

Some of you have kindly asked, "How did it go?"

Well, here we are ...

"This evening's lesson is written in The Penguin Book of English Folk Songs!"

How did it go?

... Who am I to judge?

Our very serious countenances in this photo are simply indicative of intense concentration.
Actually, we were truly enjoying ourselves!
(The photographer apologises for not including Lucy in the above image. Where was she?)

Many thanks to Angela, Paul, Roger, Mick and Lucy for your cooperation, encouragement, advice and support.
I really appreciate the time and effort you all put in for this venture.
It was a genuine privilege for me to be counted among such accomplished musicians.

Thanks also to Stuart and Jan for inviting us, and to all who came along.
... and to the photographer!

Being Friday the Twelfth of June, 2015 ...

Paul, (in the chair of facilitation,) in company with Angela, took us to a magnificent topographical feature of North America ...

Brian wore a different hat this evening ...

Could you fancy ...
sang he.
Sorry, Brian: no takers!

Several offerings referred to atmospheric precipitation ...

Believe me, it certainly rained that evening.

Ken anticipated some local celebration ...

Sussex Day, 16th June.

Ken's song, (credited to Valmai Goodyear,) recounts an interesting legend about the regrettable loss of one particular church bell in Bosham.
Said tenor-bell is reputed to lie in the depths of this harbour ...

For reliable disinformation, click this link.

John, (welcome again!) both generously and appropriately, agreed to pose in a yet another hat that we had discovered on the widow-sill ...

There's a million ways ...

We visited a Snowdonian mountain ...

Cadair Idris

Hearts were broken by abandonment and lost love ...

... and her father didn't like me, anyway!
sang Paul.

Now ... what else happened?

• A fair maid avoided getting a wet bum by declining to sit on the dewy grass, so green.
• We attended a gathering in a North Yorkshire coastal resort ...

Remember me ...
(Yes, I was sick!)

• The marriage between a knight and a shepherd's daughter was a reluctant union on his part ...

... but money was involved!

• Any deaths were purely anticipatory of glorious resurrection of body and soul.

So then we all went quietly home in the rain, in hopes for a new sunrise ...

Now, if you thought that was bad ... fear not ... Berry will be here next time!

We hope you will be.