The first-born Child had every dawning Grace / And promis'd Beauty in her form and face. / We'll call her Julie if you please, my dear, / The Mother cry'd, I doat on Julie Vere. / What! no Remembrance of her Aunt! for Shame! / You doat indeed! be Barbara her name!

When he went to Deborah and told her that the Lord had led him to ask her to be his wife, his holy helpmeet, she looked at him for a moment in what seemed to be speechless terror.

His other memory had been hearing people talking about ‘a journey into space’ which was how they described their local beer, Newcastle Brown! He didn’t drink, he wasn’t old enough but he remembered the saying. He had even seen the horse drawn drays carrying barrels of beer from pub to pub. ‘Journey into Space’ after an Allibone lecture was something you didn’t forget.

This over, the club will be visited for a peg, Anglice drink.