Being Friday the 27th of June, 2014 ...

On this day, in the year of 1556, eleven men and two women, (subsequently known as the Stratford Martyrs,) were burned at the stake for refusing to recant their Protestant beliefs.
That was during the reign of Queen (Bloody) Mary ...

"Be frightened ... very frightened!"

Thus die heretics.

458 years later some friendly folk met at our usual venue to enjoy the innocent pleasure of sharing music.
We couldn’t burn Ken because live flames have been banned.
Mave knows why!

By mutual consent, (coercion or default?)  Paul accepted the throne of benign governance ...

Doesn't Paul have a benign countenance?

Paul is the only person who has ever succeeded in playing a melody on this device ...

Ken said, "Rollicking!"

Lynda was an orphan on God's highway ...

Orphan Girl at the Cemetery
Ack: Mr Squirrel.

No mother, no father ... there was widespread weeping!

Tony ran a workshop for children.
"I like to pee up the wall!" he sang.
We all joined in with hopping marsupials ...

Dogsbody wept.

Mike P. took us fishing ...

... and I used to sleep standing on my feet...

Meanwhile Mike H. sang about his birthday suit ...

We all went rollicking home on the evening tide...

Important news ...

We are assured of occupancy of the Guide Hall on Friday, 4th July.

The latest intelligence is that the builders move in on 21st July.
We should be OK for 11th and 18th.
After that we could be obliged to take a short holiday.
Watch this space - http://fridayfolk.blogspot.co.uk/
If in doubt phone Colin on 01243 574021, or 07798 517523, or email cityfolkclub@gmail.com.

Being Friday the 20th of June, 2014 ...

By the time this is published we’ll all have forgotten what really happened.

Who was MC?

Oh, yes, it was Berry.
Here’s his prettier half …

Berry opened in praise of our monarch ...

She’s a pretty nice girl

England may be out of the World Cup, but the British still beat Boney at Waterloo in 1815 …

It is indeed true that Napoleon suffered from piles.
He was treated by Baron Guillaume Dupuytren.

What else happened?

Marion sang of her professional aspiration …

Otherwise, I'll be a deep-sea diver!

Nigel sang about a tragic loss at sea …

CSS Alabama, 1864.

Lucy, accompanied by Roger, folked something up.
(Be careful how you say that!)
Actually, it was rather good.

Then we floated home on a somnolent river …

ack: http://abstract.desktopnexus.com/wallpaper/533164/

Yes, as you will have gathered, Dogsbody is back in communication.

There might shortly be some interruption of our tenancy of the Guide Hall because of the planned refurbishment.
Please look out for updates on this blog and at http://fridayfolk.blogspot.co.uk/ during July.

Communication Difficulties ...

Oh, dear ...

Once again my telephone land-line and broadband are out of action.

Just occasionally I have ephemeral access to the internet using a Wifi hopscotch. I am able to receive email on my mobile phone, (but that costs me money!)

So, if you need to contact me before next Thursday, (when I am promised a visit by a 'telecom specialist',) please use my mobile number: 07798 517523.

"You called, Sir?"

The customary weekly update to this blog might be delayed, with apologies to those few who regularly and enthusiastically look at it.

Being FRIDAY the THIRTEENTH of June ...

Did we entertain superstition about the date?
No!
We got on with business as usual.

Paul, occupying the seat of universal power, began with an historic tale about a famous battle in the colonies ...

I think the British lost!
(However, one year later, we won at Waterloo.)

Yvonne has been captivated by an international sporting event of no great importance.

Meanwhile, England lost to Italy.

When a Knight Won His Spurs …

Roger played and sang this children’s hymn written by Jan Struther set to a folk melody, Stowey, harmonised by RVW, and first performed in 1931 …

Roger did it better, and those of us of a certain vintage remembered our primary school hymn-books.

Who would have believed that Angela used to smoke those silly little cigarettes?

... but the synchronised whistling was rather good.

Angela promised Sun, Sun, Sun ...

Ken sang about an intoxicating beverage ...

Beer, glorious beer...

Mave confessed to having buried three husbands.

Now she's looking for another one.

There were no takers!

Mike recounted a visit to the IOW music festival ...

Sat in a circle in the Sun ...

Actually, I am a swan, declared Yvonne ...

Participants were sworn to secrecy when Dogsbody sang , "Death, oh Death, come take my wife ..."

Ophelia, John Everett Millais, 1829-1896

(I really didn't mean it!)

Finally, Lucy sent us home on a big 707 ...

Hear the mighty engines roar.

Otherwise we went home in our usual whispered tones.