Tuesday Nights at Sale Folk Club

Paul R began the evening by calling up Corrina, Corrina to which Paul Mc added If I Can't Take You With Me, I'll Just Go Alone. Margaret preferred to call up Trevor whilst Kath and Stan crept around in the Moonshadow. John called up Me and Bobby McGee. Allen called himself A Twentieth Century Dinosaur before Heather recalled The Saga of the Rawtenstall Rubber Company. The Elderly Brothers waved Bye By Love. Paul R danced SlipGigs and Reels. James saw it all as A simple Twist of Fate. Changing the subject, Paul Mc declared It Feels Like Rain, Margaret said Mother Doesn't Want a Dog and Kath & Stan dreamt of Owensboro. John dreamt of Jambalaya and Allen had nightmares of the horror of Passchendaele. Heather, wide awake, asked Is Poetry Better than Sex to which the Elderly Brothers had no answer and so they sang The Boxer. Yesterday was James' response but to what, I'm not sure.

 

The second half proceeded in orderly fashion until the end when we all symbolically sang Leave Her Johnny Leave Her for this was to be the last Tuesday evening at Sale United Services Club, after, almost exactly, eighteen years. Next week will be hosted at Sale Conservative Club, 161 Dane Road, M33 2NG. We will start at 8.00 pm, as is our custom, and we would love to see you there.