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Friday October 5th 2018

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on October 6, 2018 by Rhyl Folk Club

Tonight we had guests Zoe Mulford and Tom Kitching at the club.

Warm up to their first set was provided by Mike (no guitar), Jeff (different hat) and Adrian (contrasting collar and cuffs).

Those with banjo allergy could be seen plunging EpiPens into their limbs as our guests took to the stage. Zoe is originally from the East coast of the USA but now, wisely, lives in sunny Manchester, where she met Tom. Most of the songs were Zoe’s own, with accompaniment on banjo and guitar, with Tom playing fiddle and mandolin. Tom also played a couple of solo slots – “The gall bladder mazurka” had the catchiest name if not the catchiest of tunes. Zoe’s song “The President sang Amazing Grace” I thought was the best of the night and has been recorded by Joan Baez.

The Break. It gives me enormous pleasure to announce that our chum and favourite scouser, Keith Price would have been fifty quid the richer if he’d been there tonight, courtesy of the snowball. Can’t wipe the smile off my face, Keith.

I started off part 2, followed by Geoff Skellon and Brian – sadly another two puppies died (see last week’s blog) before our guests took over for the rest of the evening. (Alun, despite widely reported advice in the media here this week, added another week to his holiday to have a Brazilian Butt Lift done abroad on the cheap – he should be back for next Friday).

Talking to people afterwards there seemed to be a divided response to the evening. The cd sales seemed to go well but the drive to Jeff’s summed it up – Jeff was enthusing but, despite their obvious musical talents, I wasn’t. No reflection on their abilities, simply not my style of music and not enough engagement with the audience. Get off my back, it’s simply my valueless opinion!

Next weekend is the club trip -Jeff wants money! There is still the normal Friday night but there will be an absence of blog for the next 2 weeks, which will give you a chance to cut your toenails and trim your nasal hair.


Friday September 28th 2018

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on September 29, 2018 by Rhyl Folk Club

The good news is that I’ve been invited to join the Magic Circle. Last night I made 30 people disappear into the toilet simply by picking up my guitar. I also discovered that EmCee only reads the first two paragraphs of this weekly twaddle – he simply wants to find out who was on first.

As I put my guitar back on the rack, everyone shuffled back in for Mike, first with his Yamaha and then a lovely song “Last Trip Home”, about a horse being replaced by a tractor (and presumably then made into dog food and it’s bones rendered down for glue).

Brian had only brought his concertina with him tonight. As Mike moves into the realms of “accompanied performer”, El Toro is trying to usurp his place as the club’s premier acapella artist. A way to go yet, Brian. I have been reliably informed that every time he plays his concertina, somewhere, a young child’s puppy dies. How long will he keep doing this? To be fair, he did a lot of chorus songs tonight.

Adrian was getting a last wear this year from his shirt before winter sets in proper. He sang one about a soldier deserting. I remember Darryl singing this one many times in the Bee, but it was nice to be able to actually hear the words tonight. The bloke got shot at the end. Predictably, there was some very thinly veiled filth of a nautical nature to follow.

Jeff was topped off with a blue trilby tonight; the audience still unanimously thought he looked a ****. Nice set though and an even better one in the second half.

T Gwyn has some of his “bits” hanging on the wall of a gallery in Wrexham. If any of you have the misfortune to find yourselves in this town, look ’em up – it’s probably the only good thing about Wrexham (apart from the Majestic shop). Betjemen’s “Myfanwy”;  always brill.

The Snowball is holding at £50 as Bill Somebodyorother wasn’t there to claim it. EmCee won my bread, which was none too popular with some.

Mel was back from his hols (see the website’s “t shirts on tour” for where he’d been and loads of other people with their club shirts and bags all over the globe). He’d wanted to do a carol as it was only 12 weeks till Christmas, but he was shouted down. Winter is almost upon us; up here in the hills I got up about 7.30 and looked out over the fields to see them sparkling with frost in the early morning sun. Made a cup of tea and buggered off back under the warm soft duvet with my warm soft missus. Also aspiring to the  spot of club premier unaccompanied singer he sang “Coal ‘ole cavalry”. I mentioned that the chorus could be “clitoris, clatteris coal ‘ole cavalry, galloping down t’t mine” so he will now have this stuck in his brain for evermore.

Time for a round of two each. I avoided the rush for the bog by reading some Les Barker (Spot of the Antarctic), and Mel rounded off an excellent evening with some chorus songs.

Driving home I spotted EmCee in the gutter; there was a lot of blood and his nose was spread across his face. There was no sign of the wholemeal cob. I would have stopped to help but if he can’t be arsed to read my blog……… . A small white car was seen leaving the area at speed.

Next week we have guests Zoe Mulford and Tom Kitching. I should warn you in case you have an allergy that their performance may contain banjo. £5 on the door.

Although Jeff objected, AWR and I agreed that his was the best song of the night. The hiccup in the middle is where Andrew edited out the expletive.


Friday September 21st 2018.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on September 22, 2018 by Rhyl Folk Club

 Tonight’s MC, Andrew -the-younger, had his on-this-day links all prepared, with the Pritchards being away on one of their regular dirty weekends.

Various rock bands have members such as “the edge”, “razor” etc. We have “slash”, called this due to his penchant for urinating in public car parks, and he was on first. A couple of cheerful sing-alongs got us in joyful mood, then there was the mining disaster with  concertina to bring us back down.

Winter is imminent; Adrian had returned to proper trousers after his hols, paid for from the proceeds of his dubious insurance claim. There was only minimal forgetting of titles, words, keys etc in an entertaining set.

I had been inspired to do Tennyson’s “Crossing the bar” after T Gwyn’s reading a couple of weeks ago – at our age it’s only wise to have a few funeral songs under your belt. I don’t do selfies so thankfully there’s no photo.

It was good to see Mike back with his Yamaha, and, it has to be said, making a good job of it with “Come by the hills”. He ditched it to go naked, so to speak, for “Courting is a pleasure” – we hadn’t had anything off “Puffin Eggs” for about 3 weeks.

Jeff decided that this was the week to wear a hat. What do you think? Yes, we all thought the same. For the sake of the forthcoming cd, he had another go at Eric Bogle’s “Waltzing Matilda”, but decided to concentrate this week. Maybe the hat stops his thoughts from straying.

Alun is still abroad for the release of his forthcoming diet and fitness dvd at Cannes, so we will all soon be able to achieve the streak of piss look, which Alun so admires in his concertina wielding hero, without giving up booze or getting up off your arse.

T Gwyn now does poetry readings for weddings; this is apparently becoming a nice earner, but be aware that he charges extra for “dressing up” (as does the woman who works Parrys’ corner). After “The Wedding” (in Welsh), he gave us  Abdul Abulbul Amir – always goes down well.

The break. Jenny won the lady razors and shaving foam – Ruth will have to remember to get a photo of her Brazilian next week. I’ve got visitors this weekend, so I didn’t have a spare loaf. Gillian picked me up by the throat and explained that if I liked my dangly bits where they were, there would be some bread next week as she was sick of explaining to her four cute pit bull terriers that there was no carbohydrate to go with the postman’s leg. The Snowball wasn’t collected again this week (Val Taylor?) and will therefore remain at £50 till my ball is pulled out (which was pretty much what Gillian was proposing to do).

The ever popular Geoff Durno had been a late arrival; he made up for not having sung much John Prine lately with two and finished up with “Whisky on a Sunday”, which was my choice for you to hear at the end. It was a close run thing as Jeff turned in an excellent version of “Tangled up in blue”, despite microphone problems, and rounded off the evening with a couple of chorus songs.



Friday September 7th 2018.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on September 8, 2018 by Rhyl Folk Club

Val (Mrs. Angry) Jones was back from Canada – she entered the room looking like a condom, attired in a pink plastic mac, sponsored by Viagra (which had been misspelled) brought from her trip to a waterfall over there.

EmCee was very excited about another volume of “The History of Cholera” he had acquired. Brian, on first tonight, asked if he could borrow it – he thought he’d  said “a history of colouring”.  “Lord Franklin” still didn’t end well, I think someone should rewrite an alternative ending where he finds a passage and lives happily everafter. We all knew it would come sooner rather than later; “Sheep dog and black crook” or some variation. Later in the evening, the difference between depressing, sad and poignant were explained to him.

Geoff Durno sang about an Irishman missing home, like they all do (why do they leave in the first place?), followed up with a kiddies song. The chorus was still too difficult for many.

Mike was acapella again. One song was about Napoleon on St. Helena, but there was no mention of him inventing 3* brandy whilst he was there.

I got a lot of stick for Steve Earl’s “Billy Austin” from Brian. This is a poignant song. It seemed to be better received than the last time I did it.

With Alun still away, I seized the opportunity to do Ralph McTell’s “Hiring Fair”. Surprisingly, this wasn’t as rubbish as I (or anyone else) expected.

Jeff left me confused – his train of thought is becoming increasingly bizarre. Nice set though. “Old Bill” didn’t appear to have anything to do with the police.

There was a lovely pair from the Harding twins tonight. Rick explained that his songs were neither sad nor depressing, but simply crying in your beer songs -“My old friend the blues” and “So lonesome I could cry”. Super stuff.

Mel rounded off the first half with one about the origins of “It’s a long way to Tipperary”, allegedly written in a day for a 5 shilling bet (25p for anyone under 50 who stumbles across this literary masterpiece)  and yet another poignant song (yes, there were a lot of ’em last night) from Jake Thackray about soldiers killed in WW1.

The raffle saw the return of marmalade from EmCee, frankly not before time. There used to be a variety of jams on offer, raspberry, blackberry, Chuckberry, and my favourite, beri-beri. No one would own up to having the ticket for Jeffrey’s contribution to the raffle – a tin of peach slices and a tin of Spam, so we put it in with the bread which of course Gillian and Brian won as per every week. The £45 Snowball would have been won by ball number 5, but he’s in France so it’s FIFTY QUID next time (which will be the 21st).

T Gwyn read Tennyson’s “Crossing the bar”. I did this a couple of times at Costigans (badly) and Mike has sung it recently (well), but it’s a nice piece. The best version was by “Salamander Crossing” which you can still find on You Tube.

Rounds of 2 for the rest of the second half, ending with Mel singing Dan Seals’ “One friend” to send us home with a warm glow in our hearts.

THERE IS NO CLUBNIGHT NEXT FRIDAY! We’re back on the 21st, so Gillian will have to remember to buy bread next week. Jeff would like people going on the club trip to start bringing deposits (there’s probably a tasteless gag there) .

You’ll have to be really bored to watch this


Friday 31st August 2018.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on September 1, 2018 by Rhyl Folk Club

Adrian was wearing his “King of Soul” shirt; somehow he’d been missed off the list of artists selected to perform at Aretha Franklin’s planting today. Their loss is our gain. Maybe. No soul or r & b tonight, however, back to gratuitous violence and, in Alun’s absence, the one about the piano tuner. Alun is in Normandy, doing a spot of scallop fishing.

Brian admitted he was in a miserable mood. Isn’t this the norm? I was afraid we’d get “Sheep crook & black dog”, but thankfully we were spared. Jez Lowe’s “Wrong Bus” was spoiled by someone opening a can half way through. DO IT WHILE HE’S TALKING INBETWEEN! There’s plenty of time there.

A few weeks ago I’d buggered up Ivan Drever’s “If I could” on the occasion of my dad’s 102nd birthday. I’d practised it every day this week – what happened? Another of my songs tonight was one by anarchist alternative rock group “Chumbawamba”, who also hail from my home town. Burnley is not for the squeamish. If you drive in from Rawtenstall, the sign simply says “Burnley – enter at your own risk”.

Mike got his guitar out and here’s the photo to prove it. Without the aid of a denim cap he sang Donovan’s “Colours”, and followed this with one of my favourites, “Who knows where the time goes”.

Jeff had escaped from his grandchildren but was looking a bit knackered. Nobody else would sing Tom Waites “Looks like I’m up shit creek again”.

Last week Mel asked me if I’d any requests for him to do tonight. He sang “Joyce” last week so it had to be “Supermarket Wine” tonight.

A very persuasive lady called Janet Burgess(remember the name EmCee!) is doing a project on amateur musicians and copyright issues and went round the room pulling people’s fingernails out – the word “volunteer” strikes fear into many hearts.

Ben Robertson would have been £40 richer if he’d come last night, but the Snowball will be £45 used notes next week.

T Gwyn read a poem in Welsh entitled “War” (but in Cymraeg) and then, as there was a circus up the road, Banjo Paterson’s “When Dacey rode the mule”, about a bucking mule (in a bucking circus).

Mel finished off the night in fine style; you can hear his Buddy Holly medley here, thanks to AWR.


Friday August 24th 2018

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on August 25, 2018 by Rhyl Folk Club

There was a strong smell rising from the front rows this week as a load of us had been for a curry immediately before we arrived at Tynewydd. Sorry.

Mike was the chosen one this week; three acapella – where was the guitar? No note from his mam.

Alun had been further buggering about (a musical term) with Dougie Maclean’s “Scythe song”. Overall I have to grudgingly admit that it’s now a better song for his changes (especially Wendy’s input).

Adrian was back with a bang. He’d been to his favourite Turkish barber and had asked for  “a tight perm and colour” to give an “Afro” look. He strutted across the stage, skipping and clapping as he belted out Aretha Franklin’s “Respect” (see last week’s blog if you’re lost).

Andy Anderson was one of several infrequent visitors who turned up last night. Ruth’s snap shows him struggling to keep down a belly-full–of-balti and 10 pints of Cobra. He had another Dougie Maclean song (Caledonia) and a very nice one about two derelict schooners. It’s a change to hear a harp at the club; if that’s the sort of stuff you like you probably enjoyed it. Andy stayed the night with us and had brought a bottle of single malt with him, so I’m afraid the blog may be even less coherent than usual.

Nick Jackson was another of our not-seen-enough guests. Sadly the years have taken their toll and he is now only a shadow of the rebel rouser we remember from his hedonistic days with the wild folk rockers “Fox Firkin”. He was sounding a bit nasal tonight (he has “a habit” -several actually, most of them very irritating), but made a decent job of Eric Idle’s song about the universe and “The Earl of March’s Daughter”.

It’s always tough to follow somebody really talented, so it was a relief tonight only to have to come on after Nick. I’m expecting my little advent calendar with 6 windows and the cardboard sticks to come through my letterbox very shortly(bowel cancer screening, if there’s anyone under 60 reading this). I had top tips for collecting the samples. Songs were forgettable.

T Gwyn gave us the set he would have done last week, had we not had minors present. Adrian Henri’s “Mrs. Albion you’ve got a lovely daughter” – filth of the highest order, lots of stockings and suspenders. He followed this with some Betjeman. Superb set.

The Snowball would have been won by David Clough; it rolls over to £40 next week – getting interesting!

Dawn and Alan haven’t been for years and didn’t reek of garlic. The chorus for “Only You” (Yazoo? Flying Pickets?) proved too complex for a few of the elderly audience.

Brian managed to get poaching, transportation and a hanging all in one song. His second, “Greenland Whale Fisheries”, was about men chasing a sperm whale. Are there female sperm whales?

Jeff had “Careless Love” and “Take a load of fanny” – gets better every week.

Mel sang three; John Tams’ “Only Remembered”(sang Acapulco), one about transvestite soldiers then the ever popular “Joyce the Librarian”.

A crackerjack of a night. I’m off to make Mr. Anderson his breakfast of devilled kidneys and lark’s tongue – here he is with “Caledonia”.

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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