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Friday January 17th 2020.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on January 18, 2020 by Rhyl Folk Club

According to EmCee, I was first up on Jan 18 last year, so he thought I should open tonight. Will that be me done for the rest of the year, then?

During our 2 week lay off at the end of last year, with Friday nights and Saturday mornings free, I was able to ponder the bigger questions in life

:- Q. – Why is there a “d” in fridge but not in refrigerator?

Q. Why did God give the ability to regenerate limbs to salamanders?

Q. Who actually let the dogs out?

With the crap now out of the way, there was a bit of quality from Alun. “Down too Deep” is one of my favourites, followed by “Hull, Halifax and other places that play Rugby League” (a faster, more exciting version of the public school game).

Mike failed to explain what “As I rode out” was all about, so was lost on me, but I was happy to Roll on down to Old Maui.

Q. Do we live in a jar, with holes in the lid (stars?) so we can breathe? If so who turns the lid round, making the “stars” appear to move?

We had a young person (ie. one with a discernible pulse) in our midst. Tom, from Preston has not yet learned that you don’t get lippy with the bloke from Burnley if he’s the one who writes the blog. “Lost Cause”. I think that was the name of the first song. I bet you’ve never seen Tom and Louis Theroux in the same room.

Tom was then joined by his responsible adult, Chris, when they nicked my combination of “Last Leviathan” and “The Diamond”.

The Preston pair had arrived with our old chum, Annette – don’t see enough of her. How come on a night packed with “turns”, we could only manage one of the female persuasion? Come on girls. Annette’s Irish accent still can’t compare to Alun’s , however – work at it a bit harder! Her second half song was one she said Rod Stewart had been doing. I was disappointed when it wasn’t “Hot Legs”, but something about an Irish bloke getting shot.

Brian, it is reported, will be even older this year. He sang a song about an arranged marriage between a very young man (boy) and an older woman. Didn’t end well (ie. traditional) when the poor lad soon ended up the wrong side of the turf, shagged out.

Q. Could you suffocate in a Bag for Life?

Forever young Jeffrey took us to the break with “Moonshiner”. Not the jolly Clancey Brothers version I grew up with, but very good all the same.

My comments on the Sussexes last week caused some interest.

I now have details of what went on this week when the inbred family got together to discuss “the problem”.

T Gwyn was, as usual, back in the Lions and Christians spot with a poem from Banjo Paterson – “Clancy of the Overflow”. The Overflow was a sheep station, not a sewage outlet.

Time for “ones” each in the second half.

Requests are back! Don’t get over excited – next week it’s for me to do “Will the turtle be unbroken”. Was someone taking the piss? It’s also “Scottish Week”, so get practising your Scots’ songs and your Rob Roy accents. I will try to persuade the missus to bring her fiddle or read something in her native tongue.

 

Friday January 10th 2020.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on January 11, 2020 by Rhyl Folk Club

The first night back after the end of year break with AWR taking control of proceedings again, and also supplying free beer to all the turns. Brian had missed the “robbing other people’s songs” night in November, but made up for it last night with 3 pilfered songs.

Mr.Adrian West had the first “lily white breasts” of the year, the first harmonica tune of the year and also the first “bollocks!” of the year.

Geoff Durno started 2020 with his new Xmas jumper and his new G7 capo. The capo seemed functional,but not too sure about the knitwear.

My old Shubb capo, however, decided to part company with my guitar half way through a song. This was undoubtedly the highlight of my set.

As many of you know, I have a shave on a Friday and come down to Rhyl, but the rest of my life is spent as an over privileged parasite. Now my wife and I have now decided to stand on own feet as we seek to become financially independent.

Mike had a predictably faultless set; powerful yet delicate. No guitar tonight.

One of Alun’s (many) New Year resolutions, all doomed to failure, was to rid his life of “Americanisms”; that’ll be all his John Denver and Paul Simon stuff in the bin then. As a preamble to “Little Pot Stove”, he read a piece written by the song’s author, Harry Robertson, about a night at the whaling station, cut off from the outside world drinking buckets of home brew and the fight that inevitably resulted.

Geoff Skellon took us to the break with a couple of gob iron tunes and a couple of short poems by Robert Frost, and very enjoyable they were.

There was a smattering of obviously unwanted Xmas gifts in the raffle. We may see Geoff Durno’s jumper next week after the stick he took.

Part 2 saw T Gwyn in his familiar spot as opening turn, with Frank Crumit’s “The pig got up and slowly walked away”, before a dose of Kipling.

Jeff next. I haven’t written anything down and I can’t remember what he sang, but I’m sure it was very good. Look. I was taking the photos as well, I can’t do everybloodything.

Janet had gotten (just to annoy Alun) our Jeffrey a wonderful gift for Xmas to alleviate his haemorrhoid problem. He chose to stand up for all his songs tonight, however.

Rick persuaded his missus to join him tonight.

“Ride on” was a song, Rick said, that Christy Moore would sing when he was really pissed. Maybe I mis-heard.

Time perfectly judged for 1 each, almost all singalongs,

AWR suggested Jan 24th for a night of Scottish songs. Sounds like a plan.

Here’s Alun with “Banks of the Bann”.

 

 

Review of 2019

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on January 1, 2020 by Rhyl Folk Club

Friday December 20th 2019.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on December 21, 2019 by Rhyl Folk Club

This is it. The last blog of the decade. I’d been worried before I left home to go down to Rhyl when I heard a piece on the news; police had discovered the body of a man in Liverpool, as yet unidentified. The man was described as “…about 70, overweight, thinning hair, hairy arsed and with saggy balls”. I had to phone to check that Mel and Keith Price were ok. Merry Xmas to both!

Alun was first up in a packed programme with “Bleak Midwinter”, followed by myself, with festive stuff about Good King Herod and burglars.

Brian was in his best Sunday suit.

His wassailing song was from the Gower, followed by a Sheffield Carol, which was rounded off by a fancy church bellend (should that be churchbell end ?) on concertina. The Shepherds get taken for granted at this time of year, so next Christmas I’m putting a bucket on the stage and it’ll cost you a quid for every time we get a mention.

Nick Jackson had turned up, with the promise of free food, although he probably wasn’t quick enough to get a pork pie before EmCee cleared the plate. Nick had a North of England Wassail. Needless to say, it was far superior to the Welsh one.

MikeNewXmasJumper Hawkins is another who will need a pocket-full of pound coins next year.

We’ve seen even less of Dave Costello than we have of EmCee this year, so it was good to see him back with some of our favourites. How I’ve missed joining in with “Some old Engine”.

Pre break, for a change, was T Gwyn, with Adrian Henri’s “Talking after Christmas blues”.

The enormous raffle contained a 1.75L bottle of Grey Goose vodka, kindly donated by Steve Jones, who travels 3000 miles to be with us, which reminds me, Helen says she is coming over from Canada next summer. Remember last summer? It was a lovely day.

The Lions and Christians spot fell to Jeff, who was “Walking in a Winter Wonderland”. One night while driving Jeff home, he’d confessed that, as a teenager, he’d shagged a girl with one leg. He said it was ok but he’d use his willy in future. (The old ones aren’t necessarily the best.)

Geoff Skellon had a ghost story and a tie he must have been wearing for a bet.

Geoff Durno dug out “Mary’s Boy Child” from his enormous repertoire, and “Airport Story” – not festive but a real gem. I wonder if he’s asked for yet another guitar for Xmas?

Time for one each, due to Jeff having negotiated us an extension, with a bizarre range of songs, including ladies licking (or sucking?) lollies, a brother called Martin and turkeys having their throats slit.

Alun and Jeff rounded off the night in their inimitable style.

At this time of year, I often spend time reflecting on years gone by and people no longer with us. As a kid growing up in N.E.Lancs, everyone was poor, financially, although we didn’t realise it at the time, but Christmas was always a magical season. This year I, along with many others, missed Val. Make the most of the days you’ve got. There’s no track this week with AWR not being there, so here’s one for the memories of a childhood in the 50s – nothing festive and not musical, but some quality tv, not like the crap they dish up nowadays. A Merry Christmas to you all.

*SPOILER ALERT* At he end, “was it Bill or was it Ben?” – it was Bill – it was always Bill – he was a complete bastard!.

Friday December 13th 2019.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on December 14, 2019 by Rhyl Folk Club

The penultimate club night of this decade, and it was another Free Beer Friday, thanks again to Andrew the younger.

The night started with Geoff Durno doing  an Allan Taylor song, “My Father’s Room”. I could have gone home then and felt I’d had my moneysworth. Stunningly good.

Adrian had some miserable songs, for a change, although we all enjoyed “She was poor but she was honest”

Disregarding anything Adrian West might say (and why not?) about when you can and can’t put up your Xmas decs, I’ve been trimmed up for a while and attracting much attention with my lights (if you can’t see the picture properly, click on it to enlarge it; see Mel’s song later). Jeff compared my “Waltzing’s for Dreamers” to Dave Burland’s version. Unfavourably.

Mike has been improving his guitar playing in leaps and bounds, having only started playing very recently. Last night, Kate Rusby’s “Cruel” was a real treat.. He was one of those getting an extra wear out of his Xmas jumper.

Last week’s request drawn from the bag was for Mel to do “The Original Honky Tonk Night Train Blues”, and he duly obliged, followed by “Viagra in the water”, which AWR has processed for us to hear at the end.

Even Geoff Skellon couldn’t memorise Dylan Thomas’s “A Child’s Christmas in Wales” – lengthy, but surely one of DT’s best pieces.

Brian closed the first half with “No man’s land at Christmas” and a Sheffield carol.

The Break.

T Gwyn started the second half with Betjeman’s “Senex” – filth for the older gentleman.

After building England’s motorways, Alun took it upon himself to be offensive to anyone who didn’t share his political affiliation. Over the past few weeks, we’ve all had our fill of “testiculation” (waving your arms about and talking bollocks), but deliberately causing offence is not the way to keep bums on seats.

Jeff sang a Skip James (not a bush kangaroo) song; some of the notes were so low they were only accessible to marine mammals and earthworms. (“Whaddya say Skip, there’s a little boy trapped down a mineshaft?”) “Hard Times”, probably Dickens’ greatest hit, completed the set.

AWR had his usual pieces of “on this day” trivia to keep us entertained between spots, including a bit about Robert E Lee. This moved to “The General Lee”, the orange Dodge Charger from Dukes of Hazzard, and I sat wondering how Daisy Duke was looking as, by now, an old woman.

This linked up to our final spot, Rick, the Texan who is still in desperate need of a haircut.

By now it was 10.30, and only time for a few odds and sods before a shanty finish.

It’s Party Night next week, with butties and pork pies (if you get there before EmCee).

Here’s Mel with a dose of Sildenafil.

 

 

 

Review of 2018

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on December 28, 2018 by Rhyl Folk Club

No club this week so no blog, but AWR has put together some of the highlights (and a few lowlights) of 2018. WELL worth watching.

Friday April 18th 2014 (50th Anniversary).

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on April 19, 2014 by Rhyl Folk Club

apr_18_3_rr cutoutApr 18 8 rrWith a capacity crowd and a long list of singers, Andrew rolled up the sleeves of his K.F.C. shirt (other take-aways are available) and got off to an early start. If you want to see everyone who sang, look at the collage at the bottom, the list is too long to mention everyone in the blog.

apr_18_4_rrIt was a delight to see and hear some of the “old-timers” who had made the effort to be at the club on our 50th anniversary. Darryl got “premature clap” when, merely pausing in his song to take a swig from his pint of Chilean merlot, some of the audience thought (wished?) he’d finished and put their hands together. I owe a great personal debt to Darryl for his encouragement when I first started at the club over 25 years ago. If you think I’m crap now, you should have heard me then! apr 18 16 rr

Hadyn Smith, looking very dapper, first sang at the club in 1966, and despite having to be somewhere else on the night managed to turn up to give a moving version of “The Fish Finger Blues”.

I’m not sure how Brian got through “All the little chickens”, with the wall of sound of farmyard animals coming back at him. Brian looks almost as young as ever (due to the picture in his attic), but alas, Jeff seems to have now stopped exfoliating and using his moisturiser and is showing 6 of the 7 signs of ageing; the only one he fails to demonstrate is rigor mortis. Jeff has been doing much of the graft for the club for years and doesn’t get the recognition he deserves. That unfortunately doesn’t stop me taking the piss.apr 18 14 rr

Thanks to all the ladies who provided the food and to everyone who brought stuff for the raffle. Except Mike Hawkins. Those who read last weeks summary may remember he returned a perfectly good bottle of booze which he then won for a second time. Sure enough it returned again this week. Hopefully it has now gone to a good home where it will be treated with more care and respect.apr 18 9 rr

It was fitting that young Mathew finished off the evening, after hearing the people who had carried the club through it’s first 50 years. Billy Connolly once likened life to a bus journey, where people keep getting off, sometimes before their stop. Over the years we’ve lost a few; Mike Hand, Kristen, Lindsay and of course, Ted. Due to the demographics of the club, it’s inevitable that more of us will be standing up and ringing the bell and we seem unable to attract a younger element to come and have a laugh on a Friday night, with the predictable end result of Mathew singing to an empty room (or a row of urns). We hope Mathew got his parents back to the home safely.

Guest night next week – Peter and Barbara Snape.50th collage finish

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