Poetry Reading at Chester and Norm's place

It was a bit of a soggy weekend but it didn't stop a gang of us descending on Chester and Norma in our wellies to hear Bernie read some of his fabulous poetry.

 

 

It was Bu's last weekend in Christmas Creek for a while. Despite the weather not turning on the charm, the locals made up for it

Along with Chester, Norma and Bernie, there was also Sue (Smith), Sue (Kearns),  Nell, Graham, Mark, Brad, Kyha, Eamon, Darcy and Alannah

There were also the Brisbane blow-ins: Bron, Bu, Iwan, Mary, Darryl and myself ( I am hoping Norm has noted my grammar there!).

But first to the important business of coffee, buns and talking amongst ourselves....

 

 

 

OK enough preamble and onto the main course...

There was the headliner: an epic poem about the Valley folk coming and stretchering down the survivors of the Stinson crash. Great stuff!

 

 

There was the one about the Rugby

I think then came the one about the Speech Day

And finally the one about the food chain of monsters...  fantastic!

All that was left was to venture out to the porch to identify one's footwear.
(Guess which ones are Graham's)

Chip Off The Old Block

Donna with uke and pale ale

Easter Sunday Jam

Andy, Cam, Rob, Rory, Chris, Mouse and Sammy bring it home for the crowd.

Inaugural Leitch Street Festival Autumn 2012 from douglas scown on Vimeo.

Uke'n play too

 

Alannah learning how to play the ukelele.

Fiddles

Rebecca and Colleen

A little after-dinner light entertinment

Wayne introduces his band...

Andy blowing the harp, Mad-Guitar Mouse and Linda on the fiddle.

Emma

The Sick Note

For those who missed Mouse's rendition, or if you just want a reminder of the words, look no further...




Dear Sir I write this note to you to tell you of my plight
For at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight
My body is all black and blue, my face a deathly grey
And I write this note to say why Paddy's not at work today.


Whilst working on the fourteenth floor,some bricks I had to clear
To throw them down from such a height was not a good idea
The foreman wasn't very pleased, the bloody awkward sod
He said I had to cart them down the ladders in my hod.


Now clearing all these bricks by hand, it was so very slow
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below
But in my haste to do the job, I was too blind to see
That a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me.


And so when I untied the rope, the barrel fell like lead
And clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead
I shot up like a rocket till to my dismay I found
That half way up I met the bloody barrel coming down.


Well the barrel broke my shoulder, as to the ground it sped
And when I reached the top I banged the pulley with my head
I clung on tightly, numb with shock, from this almighty blow
And the barrel spilled out half the bricks, fourteen floors below.


Now when these bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor
I then outweighed the barrel and so started down once more
Still clinging tightly to the rope, my body racked with pain
When half way down, I met the bloody barrel once again.


The force of this collision, half way up the office block
Caused multiple abrasions and a nasty state of shock
Still clinging tightly to the rope I fell towards the ground
And I landed on the broken bricks the barrel scattered round.


I lay there groaning on the ground I thought I'd passed the worst
But the barrel hit the pulley wheel, and then the bottom burst
A shower of bricks rained down on me, I hadn't got a hope
As I lay there bleeding on the ground, I let go the bloody rope.


The barrel then being heavier then started down once more
And landed right across me as I lay upon the floor
It broke three ribs, and my left arm, and I can only say
That I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today.

Linda and Satajit with some excellent afternoon impro.

Di

Colleen

Lost In Music

Nell and Leila

The Choir

Chris, Jan and Gwen

Five Dogs Causeway Official Opening...