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March 25th 2020 travelling back to April 2018

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on March 25, 2020 by Rhyl Folk Club

Here we are. A blog! Sort of. Tonight’s guests are Kimber’s Men, recorded in April 2018. As we’ve had to postpone this April’s gig at the club till later this year, here’s a rerun of their last visit. Give it some welly in your front room – bugger the neighbours. You frequently do? (Sorry that was a Jeff type joke).april 27 km

Anyway here’s the link.

Friday March 13th 2020.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on March 14, 2020 by Rhyl Folk Club

I don’t know if I should be pleased or disappointed. Five weeks without me and the club is still going strong. Who nicked the yellow sign for the website?

I returned to the UK to confirm what I already knew, that panic and stupidity spread faster than any virus. I didn’t know that Coronavirus gave you the shits. Where has all the bog roll gone? (Some of them turned up in our raffle).

Anyway, tonight was the night to remember our sorely missed chum Val, and to raise some dosh for the Air Ambulance. Thanks to the generosity of our members, we brought in £200!

Having been missing for the last month or so, I suspected that I’d be first on EmCee’s list. “Xanadu” is a song about dementia, from the perspective of a sufferer. Dementia research was one of the main beneficiaries of Val’s tireless fund raising activities. Also in the set were songs about Cornish and Irish emigration.

Jeffrey had a couple of chorus songs to start, then a version of “Where do you go to my lovely”, which he said was going to be sanitised, for the benefit of Val’s pals from the Ramblers, who’d turned out to support tonight’s event. But wasn’t.

Next up was Seamus West. He’s still here. I thought he was moving to the Emerald Isle? Apparently there is a long list of people prepared to give him a lift with his bags to Holyhead. The usual fare of traditional unaccompanied stuff and a Morris tune was broken up at times as the Covid Kid coughed and spluttered his way through. 7 days in solitary for you, my boy.

Last week I missed the appearance of a Swiss bloke who did a spot for us.Tonight we continued the European theme as a German mathematician played something from the woodwind section.

Ok, I’m short of stuff to write about today as we were a bit down on numbers of singers.

Alun had given “Gordon” a rub with the Brasso (mixes well with methylated spirit, for those struggling with Drakeford’s new rules on alcohol) and given him an airing.

“Ladies go dancing at Whitsun” opened the set. Not if the people who run Morris Dancing can help it. Misogyny, is that how you spell it? This was followed by a couple of cracking chorus songs.

T Gwyn seems to have recently discovered Brylcreem. It could have been Trugel. Working towards a ponytail?

Anyway, he had the “interesting” Bohemian look that women of a certain age find irresistible. The over 80s. I am reliably informed that his first offering translates to “Snow on the wood”, which was followed by “Another Country” and a half song “Home James and don’t spare the horses”. Nice to have the time to hear 3 from Gwyn.

The Break

The raffle to end all raffles, with enough booze to last Alun and Jeff for almost a week – a gallon of beer plus another 6 bottles, 6 bottles of wine, 2 bottles of single malt and 4 of Brasso.

We then had time for rounds of 3 each, plus a further appearance from T Gwyn.

The night was a fitting tribute to Val, who selflessly raised so much for charity. She will be missed for a long, long time. Thanks to everyone who donated stuff to the raffle, notably AWR and Roly, and thanks again to the Ramblers who turned out. Don’t forget, we’re here every week; you are allowed to come again. (There is a possibility that with the virus stuff about to get worse, we may not be here at some point – keep an eye on this website and our Facebook page).

Jeff managed to be sensible for 3 minutes. Make the most of it by having a listen – when AWR asked me which track I’d like him to provide, it was a no brainer.

 

 

Friday March 6th 2020.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on March 10, 2020 by Rhyl Folk Club

THE RHYL FOLK CLUB JOURNAL
Friday March 6th 2020
Marmalade Scandal Settled out of Court, M.U. opt for Recipe.
“New Outrage at Sock Incident”.
Just as Mr & Mrs Pritchard were seen leaving the court House to address the waiting throng of reporter it was
noticed a certain Mr. Andrew Weighill-Richards was entering through the back door of the Court House carrying
what seemed like a vey long pair of socks in his right hand, however more of that later. This correspondent,
namely me Orcas Wield, has once more to report upon the evening’s activities at the Folk Club.
The evening started with a discussion between AWR and the audience, well Mr. O’ West, on the difference
between ‘Pedantry’ and ‘Being right’; a certain Mr. Eric Blair sitting immediately to my left quietly whispered in
my ear that they were both wrong. The man who invented Free Friday Night Beer then regaled the audience with
a monologue of sorts about socks, a certain Mr. Addie Jones was heard to say that the socks he buys lasted as
twice as long as everyone else’s; but enough of this badinage let us haste to the evening’s entertainment.
Adrian O’ West was first up for the Lions & Christians spot, rather apt with it being Lent, and began to introduce
his first song when, keeping with tradition, the words failed him and he basically said ‘blah, blurb, bleh, bollocks’.
He quickly recovered his composure and performed the ‘Lakes of Shailyn’ a la Nic Jones. The song contained some
words unknown to me but my fears were calmed when Mr. O’ West told us he’d forgotten some of them so made
up some new ones. This was quickly followed by ‘Georgie Banwell’, poor bugger there were flannel petticoats,
knocking knees, crows and rooks all over the place, no wonder he died. We had a ‘Double Long Stick’, with cross
striking tune from Litchfield quickly followed by M. O’ West saying this next song is ‘Andrew Rose’; but one wag
commented “Yes he did” which left me reaching for my Tena pad.
Andrew Rose
After fighting off the man-eating Kimchi last week Mike Hawkins was resplendent in a hoop-less top and skipped
to the fore with all the grace of a gazelle, fighting Kimchi is obviously good for his health. He vocalised a lovely
version of ‘Come by the Hills’ accompanying himself on guitar, and it must be said he is beginning to look more
relaxed playing it and therefore sounding better as the weeks go by, chwarae teg. He finished his first spot off
with ‘My Love is in America’ leaving a smile on A.W.R.’s face which definitely wasn’t wind.
A bit of a treat then followed Mike, well I say treat but actually it was a tall Swiss guy named Jean, for the more
ignorant of my readers it’s the Swiss equivalent to John or perhaps John is the English equivalent of Jean, answers
on a post card. Jean had accompanied Daffyd ap Gwin Goch and friends to the club. He sang a song called ‘Sur Ma
Route’ which was obviously new to everyone but after a bit of digging (well typing the title into Google) I
discovered the origins etc. of the song I will leave you dear reader to discover it yourselves, it is worth it. He then
played a couple of tunes for us on guitar and returned to his seat clutching his free bottle of beer. A.W.R.
suggested that Jean was another reason for us to like Switzerland besides cuckoo clocks and chocolate.
Swiss Jean
Jeff Blythin had been fidgeting at the back trying not to touch his face, coronavirus twitch obviously, I won’t tell
you what he was touching instead but he walked awkwardly to the front. He quickly tuned his guitar to ‘Dropped
D’ and sang the Doc Watson’s family song ‘Lone Pilgrim’, by all accounts the Watson family used to sing it every
Sunday, a bit of useless information for you, unless you’re one of the Watson family then you’ll know it already.,
so it’s then doubly useless. Blythin was worried about how, due to the coronavirus, Freemasons will be able to
great strangers and recognise a fellow Mason without shaking hands. He closed his ponderings and spot with
‘Greenback Dollar’.
Blythin’s Lone Pilgrim
Time for an extended spot, step up Alun Rhys Jones clutching guitar with one hand and his pet pigeon on a stick
with the other. With the pigeon safely cooped away in the corner; Get it? Pigeon, cooped, oh well never mind; he
saddled his guitar and introduced his first song, in memory of Val, whose birthday I think is today. He had played
it at her funeral last year, ‘Perhaps Love’. Writing of Val please take note that next Friday 13th March we’re
holding a charity night for the North Wales Air Ambulance service, in her memory, so bring lots of dosh with you
and who knows you might win the lovely bottle of Single Malt DURA whisky on offer, very generously donated by
Daffyd. Anyway, back to the songs; as previously mentioned Perhaps Love was fist up and particularly well done
as was his next choice the self-penned (well I say self-penned but the Jones boy admitted his much better half had
more than a little hand in the choice and composition of the lyrics) ‘Rhiad I mi Fynd’ or perhaps better known as
‘Thomas Edward Hoskins’, again beautifully delivered. He finished his first spot with a double header ‘Trip to Skye’
and ‘Mingulay Boat Song’, the last one in ascending keys, Blythin’s singing was up and down like a pair of AWR’s
overly long socks.
The boy Jones impersonating a wife from Mingulay
‘The Beer Break’ otherwise known as ‘Round the Back for the Brandy’.
The second half followed a similar pattern to the first with the exception that the Jones boy started where he left us in the first half, doing a spot of three numbers, ‘The King of Rome’ accompanied by pet pigeon, as an aside this
correspondent lived in derby and every weekday used to walk up Brooke Street to college, never once saw a
pigeon though. ‘Sweet Baby James’ and ‘Ar Lan y Mor’ (‘for the boys tomorrow’, or as I write today).
The evening’s entertainment was closed with Blythin doing a rendition of ‘Only Fools Rush In’ and he should know being the club fool.
Don’t forget we’ve got a few events coming up, first, as previously mentioned, a charity night at the club in aid of North Wales Air Ambulance service and then on March 19th the Hungry Horse Folk Club have as a very special guest the inimitable Steve Knightley.
As an aside A.W.R. was found innocent due to insufficient evidence; obviously the C.P.S. didn’t look in his ‘special’ stocking drawer.
As ever
Orcas Wield

Friday February 28th 2020

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on March 1, 2020 by deputyfolk

THE RHYL FOLK CLUB JOURNAL
Friday Feb 28th 2020
Free Beer Calamity Proven to be Fake news
Case Overtaken by Marmalade Scandal
From our new correspondent Bill Aire-Helloc

Once more AWR stepped into what was the gapping chasm left by Andrew the elder and his erstwhile guardian Ruth being detained at Portsmouth harbour while investigations were completed into the obviously false accusations laid against them. Again, as per last week’s headline these accusations are Sub-judice and so prevent me from commenting on the case of The Mother’s Union vs Pritchard in the great Marmalade scandal. Whoops there I go again.
Anyway, to the evening’s activities. At 7:45pm a text was received from Orcas Wield’s copy boy saying he was going to be delayed due to being caught in flagrante delicto in Bethesda graveyard; well that’s what our resident Latin teacher said or it may have been ‘Amo Amas Amat’ or something like that, who knows what Mr. O’West was trying to say, I certainly don’t. (I always thought Flagrante was a place near Tenerife not Bethesda).
After last week’s fake news re the Free Beer, the table was thankfully once more rolled out. A sigh of relief was heard from the naughty row at the back of the room.
As opposed to last week when the club’s conscience took to the stage first this week it was the club’s unconscious who kicked the night off, a.k.a. Jeff Blythin. This week he had humped along 2 guitars. The p.a. seemed to be playing-up until it was realised leads 1 & 2 were in the wrong holes, something that happens quite regularly when Blythin’s involved. He started off with’ Candyman’, played a little bit differently to his normal way, i.e. a bit better. He then changed guitars and telling the gathered throng it was a request from a former civil servant and went straight into ‘Buckets of Rain’, so far so good(ish); due to the mix up with the wrong holes he claimed the right to sing another and performed ‘Poverty Knock’ just as Orcas Wield’s copy boy appeared at the back of the room, full of apology and vegetable curry.
Mike (the Hoop) Hawkins then gave a goodly account of himself with the tale of ‘Lord Franklin’ or ‘Lady Franklin’s Lament’. It is rumoured she only lamented not keeping up the three ha’pence a week Insurance policy. Copper Kettle got the crowd singing along, a harmony not was heard once or twice from the front rows, very impressive.
Mrs Durno’s erstwhile son Geoffrey was up for the next challenge and sang a lovely ‘Steel Away’ and then recalled a tale of how he first head his next song and couldn’t stop singing it to himself and then delighted the audience with his version of Winchester Cathedral, strains of “Oh Dow De Oh Doh” where heard emanating from the back of the room.
Professor O’West then ran to the front of the hall and eventually sang ‘Bill Norrie’, sucked and blew a harmonica to create an ‘English Morris dance tune’ where upon everyone threw some long sticks at him, sorry I’ve just woken up after a lovely dream. He finished his set off with “Lord of Bunions”, now I know it wasn’t Bunions he said but I missed the exact word and therefore have drawn upon the ‘Right of Reporters Licence’ to put in a word than I can later blame on the compositor. As is his Irish want, he then sang Holy Ground (Fine girl y’are) in it must be said a few keys.
The master who is Mel Barratt then took to the front and told a little story about the first song he planned to sing, his birthday, Noel Coward and Judy Campbell and proceeded to perform ‘A Nightingale Sang in Barkley Square’ – lovely, followed by ‘Randy Newman’s ‘Every time it Rains’, reminding him of his youth spent in North Wales during the summer months. It transpires that AWR knew Judy Campbell, worked with her, went around to her house for lunch etc, not so mush etc but more lunch and attended her funeral, who’d have guessed, certainly not this correspondent.
So, after the AWR revelations about his past life he decided to ask Margaret Mead to give us a couple of numbers, she borrowed Blythin’s guitar and shouted out 12 and 14 (Little bit of humour on my part there). Margret was the only female performer of the night and she didn’t let her side down. Two lovely songs ‘A Million Tomorrows’ and then from the back of her record collection ‘Killing Me Softly’, both done excellently.
The Beer Break
After the raffle a man eating Kimchi was seen in the foyer but with the help of the good Lord and a large stout stick Mike Hawkins managed to scare of the Kimchi in case it ate anyone else (God I’m so funny at times; how I miss my days at The Beano).
Daffyd ap Gwin Goch started the second part of the evening with some limericks courtesy of Isaac Asimov, there was even one about a man from Rhyl. As his second offering he chose a poem by A. Nonymous, a quite thought-provoking poem about existential existence I rely appreciated it.
Alun Rhys then gave us three delightful numbers beginning with ‘The Summer Before The War’, ‘Black Is The Colour’ and ‘Too Close To the Wind’. He explained he wasn’t in Tenerife but Bethesda tuning an old pianoforte and he hadn’t dressed up as an old German Musicianer
The second half was filled with song and laughter from all and sundry, Margaret giving us ‘Yesterday Once More’, oh if only it was. Mel told us of his Rubber Shirley, absolute brilliant filth. Talking of Mel please be advised that on Thursday 19th of March, The Hungry Horse Folk Club have as a very special guest the inimitable Steve Knightley, yes, you’re right he of ‘Show of Hands’ fame, voted Songwriter of the 90’s. Don’t miss this chance to see him.
The evening rolled along to the finale where the gathered singers all got up and as requested by Margaret sang ‘Will Ye Go Lassie Go’ a lovely end to lovely evening.
As St. David’s Day did not fall on a Friday this year, we are celebrating it next Friday with a few well-chosen songs from Alun Rhys, see you then.
So, signing off, as ever your new friend, Bill Aire-Helloc.

Friday February 21st 2020

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on February 24, 2020 by deputyfolk

THE RHYL FOLK CLUB JOURNAL
Friday Feb 21st 2020
“Club Scandal as Free Beer Calamity Takes Toll.”.
From our own correspondent Orcas Wield
Swirling wind and rain greeted those brave enough to attend last nights club, Jeff Blythin apologised and blamed his home-made Cottage Pie.
Ruth and Andrew being away A.W.R. took over proceedings and immediately pointed to the table supporting the multitude of Beer bottles, but more on that later.

The Club’s Conscience Brian Bull took to the stage resplendent in his boyish good looks, whoops wrong night, let me check my notes, ah yes here we are. Brian started the night off with the story of The Alabama and then treated us all to the song, good chorus singing was hard around the hall; a reflection perhaps of the audience’s determination to have a good night irrespective of the crap weather outside. Brian originally hails from Burton Upon Tent, recognised for its Brewing capability, and he was delighted to see the Artist’s Beer Table was loaded with nectar brewed in Wales and recognising this fact performed ‘Corn Barlys Ioan’. The Beer Table obviously had an effect upon Brian as he told us about Cyril Tawney (1930 – 2005) who was renowned not only for his song-writing skills but also for his beer and spirit consumption and the upshot was an excellent performance of ‘On a Monday Morning’, this correspondent can say he has never heard Brian deliver a bad version of this great song.

Onto the next performer, Mike Hawkins; resplendent in one of his many striped T shirts, whoops wrong notes again. Mike Hawkins strode to the stage like a man on a mission, that being get on and get off with a free bottle. As per usual his dulcet tones brought a peace to the audience with renditions of ‘The Streets of Forbes’ and ‘Carrying Nelson Home’. Horatio (what sort of parents would give their child a name like Horatio, more of that later) Nelson was bundled into a large vat of brandy for the journey back to Blighty after dying on HMS Victory, but by all accounts, they had to refill it three times before docking at London.

The Lowden Despoiler, Alun Rhys Jones, was already queuing up for his bottle and was distraught to learn he’d have to sing for it. Splendid renderings of Run river Run and Adieu My Lovely Nancy sufficed, although the change in key half way through the second song threw Messrs Blythin and Scofield the rest of the audience happily managed to sing along.
Jeff Blythin up next, a hush fell over the audience as the wind had stopped howling, you can’t really go wrong with Rennies. He regaled the audience with Dirty Old Town although he forgot to sing the first verse again at the end of the song, obviously distracted by the Beer table. He told us he’s determined not to sing the same song twice this year and so far, has lived up to his word but watch this space. Don’t Think Twice was followed by a dash to the table.
In-between performances A.W.R. was giving the audience facts regarding On This Day in History, I didn’t know it was Robert Mugabe’s birthday.

Next up for a bottle was the pleasing return of Andrea Burns, all the way from Portland Oregon, that’s the one in the U.S.A. not the one near Llantrisant. She’d brought along her 14-year-old son Dylan, an accomplished violin player. Andrea faultlessly sang ‘Twas on One April Morning’ and then told us how ‘Young Men Are False’, (Hmmm, well I didn’t think I was but other opinions are available). She then introduced her son Dylan who played three great tunes, one Americana and two Welsh. Obviously, a talented lad who will hopefully keep on playing the violin and could one day end up as good as Tom McConville.
A.W.R. discernibly inspected the Beer table and announced ‘The Beer Break’. “Round the back for the Brandy” was once again heard from the rough quarter of the room, with Messrs Blythin and Scofield making a hasty dash for the exit.

The very Rev. Thomas Gwyn Williams had the second half ‘Lions and Christians’ spot and ‘In My Craft or Sullen Art’, by Dylan Marlais Thomas, was given the Reverend’s usual respect and accomplished delivery. Stuart Scofield had requested a John Betjeman poem ‘Youth and Age’, ah the good old days. Stuart said that he used to read it on the wall at the Montague Arms in Beaulieu, I didn’t know Stuart Scofield could read.
After Rev Williams it was back to the running order of the first half with all performers giving of their best
The night was finished off with Andrea leading the assembled throng in a rendition of the world’s most famous hymn, namely ‘Calon Lân’, there’s lovely.
I have just been informed by my Editor that I can not mention the Beer Scandal as it is now Sub-Judice; I apologise to my readers but ‘the loo is the loo’ as Inspector Clouseau once said.
John Shepherd is away in Cambodia, he’d heard there were a few cases of Coronavirus there and he’ll drink anything.
So signing off, as ever your faithful servant, Orcas Wield.

Friday February 14th 2020

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on February 16, 2020 by deputyfolk

With Mr John Shepherd on his travels in Coronivaria,which,for reasons known only to himself, calls Cambodia, but, WE know eh! I was Shanghaied (oops) into writing a few virus free (oops again) notes on Friday nights events. I think Sheila is sourcing some bio-haz masks for his return!
As it was Valentine’s night,the Hall was awash with Lurve,Wine and Chocolates, all we needed was for Barry White to make an entrance in a long white flowing robe, and we would have had the full hit. Mr Jeff Blythin was on first,noting that he now drinks Carlsberg Lager, which, if Carlsberg did Folk Clubs,they would probably be———– The lager must be doing him the world of good, as he informed us he went on an 11 mile hike, but, unfortunately came back with a Baker’s Cyst. How the conversation then descended into describing a displaced Scrotum is something I am still struggling with. But he did come up trumps with a great rendition of a Dave Costello classic, Sweet Little Mysteries. I miss Dave.
I became further confused when Mr Adrian West came to the front, his first song was about the Sherwood Forester, and me being a naive rail fan thought he was going to sing about the steam loco that passed through Rhyl a little while ago. But no, this song was about Robin of Lincoln Green, who was decimating the Sheriff of Nottingham’s finest with some well placed arrows. Things got no better when we had a Long Stick tune about mayhem, we then had the usual innuendo (filth) about Twanky Dillo and the sap rising.
Mr Alun Rhys Jones then restored some order with two lovely songs, the first was last week’s request, Silver Dagger, and then Alun sang Lisa Lan.I’ve heard some good renditions of this song by a few notable Welsh Folk Artists and Alun’s version is up there.
Mr Mike Hawkins seemed in melancholy mood, as he sang about someone leaving their loved in The Early Morning Rain to catch a big 707, my favourite ‘plane. Flying on a Pan Am 707 is an everlasting memory for me. Mikes next song was again about people leaving their loved ones, this time, it was a boat load of squaddies off to do their National Service in Germany.
Jim was on next to give us a couple of Airs on his Violin/Fiddle?? EmCee got embroiled in a somewhat heated discussion with the gathered throng about the correct name. The result EmCee nil audience one.
Mr Brian Bull then came to the front,and showed he was down with the kids by wearing his Jimi Hendrix T-shirt. I was disappointed that he didn’t play Hey Joe, and All along the Watchtower whilst plucking his Guitar strings with his teeth! Heh-Hoh maybe next time.
After the beer break, which for Valentine’s night was awash with wine and chocs, T.Gwynne came to the front, and in a poignant moment read one of Val’s favourite poems. At this point I should like to mention thet the tribute night for Val will now be on the 13/3 with Alun now doing an extended spot on the 6/3. The next poem from T was about dangerous liaisons between Dan Mcgrew and Lou, not going to end well.
It was then time to repeat THEE list,which,according to EmCee,was running to skeedule!! His (mis) pronounciation of the word,prompted another robust discussion with the audience, he was put right by Mr West saying the c is silent, unless you are from America. The result,EmCee nil Audience Two.
Mr Alun Rhys Jones returned to the front, and did his level best to emulate Mr Geoff Durno, by also dispatching his Lowden guitar to the canvas. WARNING to Mr John Shepherd, these things always happen in 3’s!
Mr Aidrian West returned, and belying his now Irish citizenship,sang the Patriot Games. Mr Blythin was now into slack gussets on ladies tights! Words fail me, as I cannot add any observations to that on a page such as this!
The last song of the evening was a rousing affair, with most of the Audience on the stage. All in all, a good night was had by everyone.

Thanks to Roly for this week’s blog.

Friday February 7th 2020.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on February 8, 2020 by Rhyl Folk Club

As I parked up outside Tynewydd, I was aware of a very hairy occupant in the next vehicle – could it be “Gaffer”? And Lo, it came to pass that it was Gaffer, and there was much jubilation throughout the land, but more later.

EmCee put Mike on first and he quickly whipped the crowd to a frenzy,  first with a Ewan MacColl (Christened James Miller – what was that about?) song and one by John Tams which was new to us and very nice it was too.

Jeffrey had been practising a song by Blind Reverend Gary Davies, the visually impaired fire-and-brimstone preacher from Pontypool, called “Death don’t have no mercy”. Poor grammar and not many laughs. Similarly there were few laughs in the Leonard Cohen song that followed.

Adrian revealed that he was soon to become an Irish citizen. The wave of euphoria which followed was short lived when we realised it was a paper exercise and he wasn’t actually going to bugger off and live there. On the bright side, he had learnt a couple of Irish songs which had a bit more life than his usual fare, although the words to “Kelly the boy from Killane” evaded him after the first line. “The Jolly Tinker” contains a “right falouraladdy”; much preferable to pulling a foetus from the left side of a Queen, so we should be thankful for small mercies.

I sang a couple to remember my dad; few things give as much pleasure as hearing a chorus come belting back at you (with harmonies to boot) at a high level of decibels. Lovely.

EmCee’s “word of the week” was “apricity” – the feeling of warmth from the weak winter sun. EmCee’s favourite dinosaur it can be revealed, following a Freedom of Information request, is the Thesaurus. Spellcheck underlined “apricity” as it hadn’t heard of it either. Incidentally, the man who invented Spellcheck died last week – may he rust in piss.

Then it was the legend that is Gaffer Ferris, former GP and full-time Cornishman, who writes the most bizarre but excruciatingly funny songs you will ever hear. Where’s Cecil Sharp when you need him? I’m not even going to try to tell you what his songs were about. Many in the audience had tears running down their legs.

Alun had to follow. His New Year resolution of avoiding Americanisms went with the rest of them, down the pan, when he dug out an old Springsteen song.

With loads more still to come, EmCee called the beer break.

Plenty of good news this week. I’m off to Cambodia for a few weeks so you won’t have to listen to me at the club and it’s more than likely there won’t be a blog till mid March (Ruth is also away at some point). Next week we (you) will be having Andrea Wild pop in (all the way from Trumpland) to do a couple of songs, along with her son Dylan who will be playing the fiddle. Later this year, our old pal Helen hopes to be coming over from Canada, so there’s more to look forward to.

T Gwyn’s first one passed me by (Cymraeg), but I enjoyed Alfie Tennyson’s “Crossing the Bar”, read as opposed to being sung.

Mel was in sparkling form, first with Jake Thackray’s “On Again On Again” and then (all my Christmases were coming at once) “Joyce the Librarian”.

Brian’s face was looking a bit patched up after a discussion in Wetherspoons. You should have seen the other fella! He is probably the only person to ever wear coordinated shoes and vest. Great chorus songs.

We still hadn’t heard from Geoff Durno. After last week’s mishap, he was back with the carbon fibre guitar – AWR has edited one of Geoff’s for the track at the end.

EmCee judged the time perfectly for a round of one each and a grand finale ( where Adrian was attacked by Robshaw).

I’ll be in Phnom Penh next Friday, 7 hours in front, but you’ll be in my thoughts. A bit.

Here’s Geoff.