Open Mic Night again

It began, this week, with Tim the Gardener and a visiting Scotsman quoting Robert Graves' poetry at each other - Tim was reading The White Goddess again. Later, the Scotsman sang two traditional songs, unaccompanied. As well as singing, Tim recited some poetry - I did like the one that started "There is no dwarf!" - but though the lady protests her innocence, the man notices the love bites on her legs.
So a good mix of singing, poetry, guitar and banjo and something that looked like a long necked lute, and Chris the Bookbinder reading another bit of his magnum opus (is Olwen Ellis really dead? And where does the property developer come into the story? Tune in next week....).
Late in the evening, the TV on the wall got switched on, silently, for the breaking news that the Chilean miners were about to be rescued - they were testing the cage for the final time before it went down the shaft.
I drank some more of the Paradox - and it seems to have mellowed over the last week. Last week, the 'old port' taste came first, followed by a strong smokey flavour - this week the smokiness is more mingled with the 'old port' taste, and very nice it is too.
The other beer I tried was the lovely porter from Acorn Brewery. It's the season for warm, dark beers, I think.