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Last night turned out nice again, (loaded comment that. Not a 'uke in sight.)

The bar flies were occasionally an issue but could have been worse and certainly didn't detract from the entertainment.

A rather folkie night in many ways. Two couples combining whistle / recorder with guitar for some good tunes and songs. Goff sang a Neil Young song which on balance is folkish. I caught Eric giving it some James Taylor for that matter. The welcome return of Bob Chiswick and some of his own songs was a treat, Mike gave us some cool blues guitar and I took on the bar flies, proving that my mouth can reach the volume of my loudest guitar if necessary. No idea if it sounded nice but that wasn't the object of the exercise.... Silly sod here got gassing and didn't waddle up the road to Chez Musket till 2.00am.

No rookery or Jim due to stewarding at Whitby. No Backwoodsman, no Albert, no Chris, no other Ian. Mind you, no me in a fortnight. Mrs Musket and I, sans alleged greyhound are off to Cyprus to sit in one of those hotel pools with a bar in the middle of it. That's all I recall from the brochure.

Eric mentioned that a song he sang happened to have a connection to the night he lost his cherry, (Bonny and Clyde, 1968 if you must know.). I reckon this could make a good theme night. Get thinking on. I'm stuck between the birdie dance and the Hokey Cokey. Some of you may have something more romantic?