Friday 21st August


No banjo players have been harmed in the making of this algorithm.

It’s that time of year, and we await our exam results. We are fortunate, in that our results have been automatically enhanced, in that any and all grades assigned from English Exam Boards have been, quite rightly , ignored.

John Shepherd’s attempt to crowd-fund his application for Stage 1 Butchery Skills has, unfortunately, proved disappointing. The University of Fray Bentos (Abattoir Studies) were unimpressed with his CD grades. On a more encouraging vein, Mike Hawkins has been accepted by the La Scala School of Motoring.

We kicked off with a couple from Mike. Poor old Franklyn, he had a hard life. Then Love’s Farewell. John’s by now obligatory history lesson preceded a fire in the glen. Those crofters had as hard a life as Franklyn had. Glenys’s favourite was next. She is anxious to return to work and was on the nettle wine with Ralph McTell. Aunty Ann had taken the tea cosy off Franks head, Edna had combed her hair and all was well, if the bloody printer works!

Gwyn gave us a poem about someone he used to know (from Bethesda?). John Warburton was next up with a pair of guitar pickers using chord sequences (as if I know what they are) on new strings- no expense spared here! Margaret was in and her name went straight into the late book.

The prospect of the loins being uncovered by the Jenkins duo failed to put people off. A song about a man who couldn’t roll cigarettes from the Potteries. That’s the man not the cigarettes. BTW, the loins are not viewable from the front. Dafydd read an ode from the seventh century. An early nursery rhyme. David H was very late, as too was Sally. Gaffer told a joke about work-shy Vatican employees. A song followed about France, Napoleon and other nutters just before quarter-past six.

Stuart still refuses to share the crisps. I hope the printer goes off-line. That’ll learn ‘im. The next one was about failure to pay taxes in the New World and exploitation of the indigenous population. Not much changes eh? David Hych was next. A domestic story of love and loss about which he didn’t give a damn. His second was a sorry tale of confusion about a man out of his depth when confronting his life with and without the assistance of his wife. Alun gave us the West Wind. A fine tune that was a pleasure to listen to. I will learn it for next week. Ralph McTell’s Maginot Song finished us all off and set us to put kettle on and make sure the awning was secure. Gaffer made his second joke of the night, a paronomastic reference to Loudon guitars.

Second half next, phew. Mike did Raglan Road, one of John’s favourites, and many others of us, too, to boot. Storm had a poem and a song. Seeking no return. And a western tune. Another RM song from JS which was in dropped D (as if I know what that is).  But I know how to spell capodastro. Alun was “barod” with Gwyn doing a Guy Clark classic. Desperados waiting for a train. I, once again, bang the drum for the double CD of Guy Clark songs by various artists. It is called This One’s for Him. It is a real treat. The best and loudest shirt prize-winner was up next with Steve Knightley’s Cousin Jack, a rousing version! We have now a convoluted and unusual explanation of the welcome appearance of Natasha, via a mutual friendship between Alice and David’s daughter’s friend, Karen. At least I think that was it. The Jenkins are proving a real bushel hiding pair. The Fear of Ikea with its Billys and Svens was one which we will want to hear again, I’m sure.

Bea had a fine poem about the trials of dysgu cymraeg. Declensions and mutations nearly killed me in the second form, but Bea said it better. Gaffer stayed with the Napoleon theme, but with a time shift to the St Helena days. Not only fine rhyme but historical accuracy too. A real art.

Dave H had a version of City of New Orleans. A Steve Goodman song made more famous by Arlo Guthrie but then I’m more likely to attach this to the master C/W star, Willie Nelson. Storm had both a poem and a song as well as an update on the deeds of daring do that those guys who were supposed to be building a wall, were actually, allegedly, spending the dollars on. It pays to be kept informed. Glenys has been asked to value Dave H’s house in the picture. I think, if it gets a roof, it will be worth more. An archive performance from 2008 by the super-group Rum, Bum and Concertina followed various birthday good wishes to members various.

A good night was had by all. Sent to bed with a greenback dollar.

Thank you for coming, see you next week.


Here’s the link to last night’s session:



2 Responses to “Friday 21st August”

  1. jonesthephones Says:

    Paronomastic… New word for me. I shall be using it at every opportunity this next week or two…!
    P.S. Derring-do, I think (although that might be archaic, like me)

  2. jonesthephones Says:

    Paronomastic… Come to think of it, that sounds like a silicone-based filler, manufactured in a fictional Italian town…?!?

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