Ok, here we go:

Thanks everyone for a lovely weekend!
Some people I want to say special thanks to:

- Kate for organizing the meeting
- Liz, Paul and Phoebe for their hospitality in London
- Khatt (spelling?) for organizing transport from London to Stansted and Belfast to Portaferry
- Gordon and Sheila for sharing the car with Khatt, Micca and me
- Sheila for driving us
- Kate and Gordon for letting us take part in their birthday party
- Khatt, Sheila, EmmaB, Sorcha, ... for preparing a lovely Sunday Dinch (*)
- the clean-up-after-the-dinch-team for guess what
- Micca for the black sheep - I will slaughter it tonight.
- all the musicians and singers for the songs and music
- the two ladies at Barholm for two great breakfasts
- the Portaferry Hotel receptionist for some feckin irish whiskey
- (might be continued when memory is fully restored)

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Now, as requested, the words to the song I performed for Kate:

Sweet Kate who is Fibs

In Portaferry's fair city
where the girls are so pretty
I again set my eyes on sweet Kate who is fibs
As she plays on her fiddle
with a tune in the middle
Crying Guinness, more Guinness
For me, and right now!

More Guinness, more Guinness,
More Guinness, more Guinness,
Crying Guinness, more Guinness,
For me, and right now!

Now she is a nice person,
And sure it's no wonder
For so are her mother and father before
Both are here, with Kate in the middle,
who is holding her fiddle,
Crying Guinness, more Guinness
For me, and right now!

More Guinness, more Guinness,
More Guinness, more Guinness,
Crying Guinness, more Guinness,
For me, and right now!

Now she has a big party
For it's her thirtieth birthday
And Gordon has his fifty-eth as well.
So they both play on their fiddle
with a tune in the middle,
Crying Guinness, more Guinness
For us, and right now!

More Guinness, more Guinness,
More Guinness, more Guinness,
Crying Guinness, more Guinness,
For us, and right now!

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And now, as requested not to do ;-), a song especially for EmmaB (SCNR):

I've been a nice lady for many's the year
And I've spent all my time being lovely and dear,
But now I turn nasty, with malice in great store
And I never will play the nice lady no more.

And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more,
Will I play the nice lady,
No never, no more.

I went down to a B&B house I used to frequent,
Where John McKenzie his night was to spend.
I locked the door, and I slid the bolt tight,
Making sure the poor man would not get inside.

And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more,
Will I play the nice lady,
No never, no more.

I've got no bad conscience, and wouldn't know why,
As it was cold outside, so Giok wouldn't fry.
He slept in his car, much to his delight,
As he had a very comfortable night.

And it's no, nay, never
No, nay, never, no more,
Will I play the nice lady,
No never, no more.

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I'll start work on the photos later this afternoon ...

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(*) as Brunch is a meal between breakfast time and lunch time, Dinch is a meal between dinner time and lunch time