Friday June 20th 2025
Alan Oddsox was exuding virus fron every pore of his body, Warbies were down Kernow for the Solstice Hippy stuff, and anyone who lived the far side of the Conwy tunnel was completely stuffed. Otherwise a fairly regular singers’ night,
Fred had the shirt from hell. To be fair,it was warm. Someone had removed the engine and propeller from the Red Baron’s Fokker (not the same Fokker that bombed our chippie) which was efficient at keeping us cool, but drowned out any music emanating from the front. We decided to sweat.
Alun had finally taken “Gordon” (he’s flash) from off the hall wall and given him an evening out. Sadly no effort made to buff him up.
Sailing along the coast of High Barbary was Barry No-Waistcoat-Tonight’s song. Is there a Low Barbary? Do they have apes there?
Fellow husbands – if your wife does something badly, simply explain how your mother used to do it. She will appreciate your advice and strive to do it as she did. Follow me for more marital advice.
Nobody believed that Fred had any mates, so we were dubious when he said a pal was coming to do some monologues. But there was Ray! Ray did quite well till the concrete hardened crust of a stale pork pie hit him in the eye and he bit the dust (probably Glenys or Barbara responsible). Excellent!
Lesley took a photo of me so I’ll include it, if only to show I have alternative garb to check shirts.
If you are free on Sunday July 13th, why not pop along to The Kinmel Hotel, Abergele (by the roundabout), 2.30 for 3.00 for a ceilidh with the Mooncoin Ceilidh Band; Emerald will be the caller and she assures me that even numpties like the RFC crowd will be able to follow her directions. Phone Vanda on 07867 975126 for tickets or donations. Proceeds to Alzheimer’s Society. Go on, give it a go.
Singers’ night next week at Ffordd Las.
Rhyl Folk Club 
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