Being Friday the 28th of December, 2012 ...

So, here we are at the end of another year.

When I was sixty-something, it was a very good year …our average weekly attendance has been 18.24 near-human bodies, plus an occasional penguin ...

No takers here then!

What is most encouraging is that people keep coming back, so I guess that we’re getting something right.

We welcomed three visitors from afar-off to the West.
Dusty and her friends, following a celestial apparition, guided by sat-camel, came all the way from Fareham.

Only one pictorial clue this week ...




"I just need to breathe," says Lynda.

Meanwhile ...

Enjoy your happy inter-festive interlude!

 

Being Friday the 21st of December, 2012 ...



Undeterred by the imminent end of the world, as predicted by pre-Columbian  mystics, The City Folk Club’s seasonal party attracted 32 enthusiastic bodies, most of whom brought wholesome food to share.

Predictably for the season, there was a significant flavour of holiness to some of the music and songs.

There was a smattering of benign cynicism from the 'humbug' lobby, but lots of merriment.

A couple of younger participants, for incomprehensible reasons, appeared to be preoccupied with conflagration. (Is this really the end of the world?)

 

 

 

Other pictorial clues for this week’s performances seem superfluous, however …

 

... and the meadows their beauty have lost.

 

Look what Mary got for Christmas.

 

 Appetites were satiated during the interval, with many people going back to the buffet tables for second helpings.

 



Please, Sir, I want some more ...

 

Dogsbody had some difficulty in enticing people back into the real business of musical performance, partly because Jane still had food stuck between her teeth.

 

Mighty dread on Ilkley Moor.
"Don't make eye-contact," said Joachim.

 We were clearing up the hall well before the witching hour when somebody realised that it would be Angela’s birthday the following day. The strains of an enthusiastic ‘Happy Birthday to You’ were clearly audible from the loo, and probably by neighbours across the road.

Anyway: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ANGELA.

THANK YOU to everyone who attended, brought their music, shared their food and, importantly, warm friendship and good will.
 

… and, you may have noticed
… the world is still here!

(Isn’t it?)

If we are spared another week, the club will meet as usual on Friday, 28th December.

 

 

 



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.