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Friday June 17th 2022

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on June 18, 2022 by Rhyl Folk Club

A birthday treat for me – our guest Jez Lowe, having been twice cancelled due to Covid, but well worth the wait. A good turnout, as you’d expect, but with several regular floor spots away, the audience had to put up with 2 short sets from me, although Mike, Izzie, Malcolm and Alun were well received.

Jez had driven to the bright lights ond opulence of Rhyl from Edinburgh and must have surely been knackered, but put in his usual top notch performance, keeping us all smiling and joining in. After the show he was driving up to Durham!

All his own songs of course, and the first requirement of any JL song is that there should be a chorus – always popular at Tynewydd. The only downside to the night was the amount of beetroot and piccalilli (I’ve to google that every time for the spelling) in the raffle (see last week’s blog).

Jez had a selection of songs from his vast catalogue; classics such as “Black Diamonds” and “Another Man’s Wife” were mixed with soon-to-be classics such as “Talk to me dirty in Geordie”. I should really apologise to Brian and Sue after slagging them off for not knowing the origin of “Makkers and Takkers” featured in this song, as Jez didn’t know either. I should but I won’t.

“The bloke in the checkout queue” was a new song song Jez was trying out but unsure about. Keep it in the set!

Yet another cracker of a night. We’ve seen Jez at the club in nearly all of our different venues over our 58 year history, and I’m sure we’ll be having him back again. Nothing else to say, except to say “Thank you Jez Lowe” for entertaining us yet again.

Singers’ night at Tynewydd next week, Zoom on July 1st. I’m off up to Scotland fo some rain and midgies.

Friday June 10th 2022.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on June 11, 2022 by Rhyl Folk Club

Have you ever stopped and looked round at Tynewydd and thought “What a lovely set of human beings we have here”. Sometimes I wonder why they let me through the door.

EmmCee spent much of the night rabbiting on about his beetroot ragout. Is there a more disgusting vegetable? Combine it with vomit-in-a-jar piccalilli and you lose the will to live.

Adrian still sounds to be in the latter stages of TB, but seemed in an uncharacteristically cheerful mood last night. I think I prefer the miserable bugger. There were a couple of songs from me and the delightful “Hector the Hero” from Lesley.

Mike chose to sing “Who knows where the time goes” with guitar accompaniment; not necessary Mike, you can’t improve on perfection.

Dafydd had chosen a wide range of material tonight, Dylan Thomas, Wilfred Owen, Makepeace Thackeray and a tale from Effan in Ireland concerning the big Effan policeman who was stung by the Effan bee. Alun removed half his ‘tache on his gob iron. Not pleasant seeing a grown man cry.

Always a treat to hear Geoff Durno. He moved the conversation from beetroot (just the word makes me queasy) to school dinners and sago puddin’ at which point the floor was awash with vomit as we all recalled this British delicacy.

Izzie never fails to entertain with her verse, usually including at least one of her mum’s poems. The odd song wouldn’t come amiss??

John and Carole will be away for a few weeks down in “Kernow” (Cornwall) as they celebrate their Golden Wedding. On behalf of everyone at the club we wish you many many more happy years together.

The last of our “turns” was Rick, with a couple of songs and poignantly, one of Delora’s poems.

Next week we have Jez Lowe as a guest; always a popular turn to get you singing along and smiling – definitely not one to miss.


Posted in Club Night - What happened? on June 4, 2022 by Rhyl Folk Club

And another of our monthly Zoom sessions. Alun is currently on holday, so this months farce is brought to you courtesey of Hawes and Cheshire, normal Welsh service will be resumed next month when Alun returns home.

Now, Folkies are not normally known for being fans of the establishment, but some were definitely celebrating. The Stokies, along with Karen were having their own private jubilee party and got their Union Jack hats out for Ian’s 1952 number one song. Even John had entered into the spirit and put his bun tin up, and Jim had been granted his freedom and been released form his prison cell as a jubilee goodwill gesture.

Is it true that BoJo is about to announce the return to imperial weights and measures to mark the jubilee? That’ll be a relief to most of the people on our Zoom who never really mastered the metric stuff.

It’s becoming a “thing” every zoom, to see what play Dafydd is putting on Bee in their box name, you do need to master a bit of Welsh to get it though. This week it was Gwenynen Brysur – or Busy Bee, very clever!

In the absence of Mike and Helen, Brian and Sue were vying with Mary Ann McAllister for saddest song, and Maureen was the first person we’ve heard accompanied by a chain saw.

Brian had a self penned number, The Ballad of Snaffer Harris – (AKA Gaffer Ferris), it certainly rivalled the master’s in length, and he had yet another lady from his hareem to duet with; he must have hidden attractions, either that, or pots of money.

Ray finally laid to rest the question of where exactly Paul Simon wrote Homeward Bound. Apparently there have been 2 plaques erected above the ticket office in Widnes Station commemorating the moment, unfortunately both have been stolen!

Now I’m not saying that Paul Clarke can’t take his booze, but he had made a pilgrimage to Penrith for the marmalade festival, where a spoonful of Whisky marmalade rendered him incapable of driving. I prefer my whisky neat.

There were plenty more performers and it was an excellent evening, Mary Ann even had a Jimmy Buffet number in the second half, unfortuately his biggest fan, Emm Cee had left by that stage. You’ll have to listen to it here on the recording Andrew.

See you next week, live at Tynewydd.

Friday May 27th 2022.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on May 28, 2022 by Rhyl Folk Club

After a couple of needing-extra-chairs weeks, we were a lot thinner on the ground tonight; a combination of holidays, family stuff and Chester Folk Festival. Talking of which, it’ll be a short blog as I’m off 3 miles down the road to Kelsall for the festival when I’m done.

Let’s be honest, it was worth turning up just to hear Mike sing “First time ever I saw your face”.

We had three lady performers, 66.66% of whom were called Lesley. We’ve heard Lesley P belting it out from the floor, but it was nice to see her up with Fred at the front. We’ll be expecting more.

“Quiet” nights bring out the best, and people will give stuff a try they might otherwise have shied away from.

Alan had his pipes with him again, and also sang a couple from his Fox Firkin days as well as “helping me out” with “I would walk 500 miles”.

Nice Scots tunes from Lesley S again, and more of Izzie (short for Isobel we now know, with an O not an A), reading from the gospel according to her mum.

Not a huge turnout, but one of those intimate nights when there was time for plenty of chat.

Right, that’s me done.

Identify the owner of the feet.

Next week Tynewydd is closed (apparently it’s a Bank Holiday – who has a branch open near them anyway?). It’s also First Friday, so it’s Zoom. See “Club News” on this website for log in. Alun will still be on hols, so it is unlikely that there will be a YouTube recording.

May 20th 2022

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on May 21, 2022 by Rhyl Folk Club

Last week, with guest Terry Hiscock, was always going to be a hard act to follow, but at least we were back with the regular MC.

Alan had a different set of pipes. In F#. A Billy-no-mates key if ever there was one (unless you’ve got an instrument with a capo). Always good to hear them, and a change from “another bloke with a guitar”.

Adrian sang about “The Keeper”, predictably this had nothing to do with football, and Alun gave everyone a chance to accompany him with their best waves-on-the-beach sounds on “The Island”.

There were two stunningly good sets from Mike tonight. I spotted he’d subtly changed a word in “Loving Anna”, and in another song he sent a letter to someone called “Noah Vale”.

We’re all made up every week to hear Izzie read her mum’s verse, and now her voice is back, she can fair knock out a song. Posh singing voice for a scouser.

Dafydd had verse by Leonard Cohen and His Bobness. Len had more class. A lot more class.

Adrian made us aware that he holds the same disdain for Ralph McTell has he does for the late Mr. Denver. Note to self – sing a Ralph song every week. I pretended that I’d forgotten I was needed to accompany Lesley with “Hector the Hero” and appeared to be leaving the stage. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Nice tune.

Fred sang one of my favourite joiny-in songs, Lizzie Lindsay. He’s got the right accent for it as well.

There are 3 types of people in your life :-

1 Those who helped you in difficult times.

2 Those who left you in difficult times.

3 Those who caused you to have difficult times.

However, let us all be thankful for John and Carole who, in a world seemingly full of greed and hate, remind us of all that is good in the world. The jury is still out re. John’s choice of shirts however.

The bucket pass round after the break brought in over 50 quid. All of us who have seen the “Children of Chernobyl” kids that have been to the club over the years know how much this money will be needed, and thanks again to Margaret and her colleagues for all the work they put in for these desperately deprived children who are now left out in the open with no shelter.

Singers night at Tynewydd next week.

Friday May 13th 2022

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on May 14, 2022 by Rhyl Folk Club

The night we had all been waiting for since we had to cancel our guest Terry Hiscock in January. Another of our Zoom pals – singer, songwriter and phenomenal guitar player.

Brian and Sue had called in on their way back from Norfolk to Co. Durham; maybe they should invest in a better Sat. Nav. and joined in the ranks of the regulars who provided the foreplay. But on to the main event.

Most of the songs were Terry’s own, with diverse material including his teenage daughter, Buddy Holly’s fatal flight and the day he cut an earthworm in half hoping to create two, but ending up with two bits of dead worm **.

** I might have made that up.

There was blues (was or were?), with far too many notes and flash twiddly bits the average mortal can only dream of playing. Alun joined him with some sympathetic accordion (yes, you read that correctly – he can do it when he wants) for “Sweet Marie”.

Quotes – Aussie John “Best turn we’ve ever had at the club”.

Robshaw (club mascot, unpleasant stuffed toy) – “Heard worse”

We had an unexpected visit from another Zoom chum, Paul Clarke, who arrived half way through my song (intended to miss it). Hardly recognised him without the make up and video filters he uses. Paul was moving on today for the marmalade festival in Penrith; I remember Andrew entering there – “undercooked shreds” was the verdict of the judges then.

Terry is 2 years older than me, so I’m looking forward to being able to play like that when I have those extra 2 years under my belt.

I think most of us would probably agree with Aussie John (and Robshaw I suppose) – a memorable night with great music and chat from a thoroughly lovely guy. I’m sure there will be lots of people asking when we can get him back.

Terry had forgotten to bring any of his cds to sell. If you want one (and believe me you should) contact him at

Finally, on a less happy note, if anyone has any unwanted camping equipment, please see Margaret next week as she really needs it to send out to Ukraine.

We don’t have any video from last night but here’s one off YouTube for those who missed a cracker of a night.

Singers night at Tynewydd next week.

FRIDAY 6th MAY 2022

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on May 7, 2022 by Rhyl Folk Club

Pinch punch, first Friday of the month, and another Zoom session for Rhyl Folk Club, and a great relief it was to me not to have to drive over for a live session. Having just had an 8 hour trip back from Aberdeen in the pouring rain, as they say in the Doric – “ma heid wis mince”.

A great turn out again, lovely to see and hear all our friends from afar and welcome to newcomer Wendy who came to us from Kew Gardens, via NYC and had, in fact, visited in person, when the club was at The Bee in the 1970’s. Did she recognise anyone? Some of us were there!

I returned from Aberdeen with a boot load of goodies, Rowies, Skirlie, White Mealy Puddin’, Haggis, all the artery hardening things you need to keep yourself warm and healthy up on the North Sea Coast. Not to mention the 3 litres of Famous Grouse, liberated form my uncles secret cupboard.Just the thing Paul Clarke would recommend in his tips of how to enjoy an RFC Zoom session!

Excellent performances all round, things to look out for on the recording:

  • A very cheery poem from “the muse” wenynen (Bee)
  • Maureen’s chorus song, which will probably be pandemonium on the recording!
  • Brian Carter and Gaffer’s competition for longest song. (Sorry Gaff, I think you’ve been usurped)
  • John and Carole’s real, live, actual, fire breathing dragon.
  • Susan’s husky new tones, courtesy of a box of razor blades in her throat.
  • Paul Clarke’s “tips for the blog” as related by JS.
  • Brian, stealing Paul Clarke’s product placement idea. He must be getting real money from Kelloggs – but do they know that Brian only eats shredded wheat?

More, dubious product placement and reminiscing can be seen at the end of the recording – tell me these people are not in their dotage! It got to a point where I thought I might get up in the morning and they’d still be at it.

Question: Does it feel strange when you have to sing live without your slippers on? This one goes to Sue in her pink fluffy ones and John in his baffs.

Have a good week and see you next Friday live at Tynewydd with our guest – the great Terry Hiscock.

Friday April 29th 2022

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on April 30, 2022 by deputyfolk

Two apologies

Back at H.Q., prior to next week on the first Friday Zoom, then we have the guest night we have all been looking forward to. Terry Hiscock will be at the club on May 13th and we are all very excited at the prospect. Come early and come all.

            Regulars will know that my list system is an exercise in terminological inexactitude. Last night proved no exception. I was so busy trying to get started promptly that I forgot Malcolm. That was the first apology. Malcolm was too well behaved to point out my error, but I checked my numbers and realised at about turn three that I had made a boo-boo. My second apology goes to Alun, to whom I asserted that the Ewan MacColl song he was about to deliver was called My Beloved Son. It is a song about a boy who never sees his father as he builds England’s motorways. The song is called Come My Little Son. Glad we have cleared that up. This vital bit of trivia comes from a review of a well received CD by John Francis Flynn called I Would Not Live Always. Try it. You could google him, other search engines are available.

            Over a baker’s dozen entertaining chums who gave us a sumptuous night of chorus and clapping and good cheer. Fred has gone home with homework, Adrian had a brisk young widow and Richard Harding won the hat competition. Alan Manouch won the sock competition (Malcolm was disqualified on a technicality, pending a steward’s enquiry). Time constraints truncated the evening but we did have time for two turns from our new chums from County Durham. Brian and Sue Race have been a treat to see and hear. Thanks to the Cheshire set for their hospitality. See you all in two weeks for Terry Hiscock concert. Be there or be square!

Friday April 22nd 2022

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on April 23, 2022 by Rhyl Folk Club

Another night when we needed extra chairs. If you go to our Zoom sessions (Whatsat? cries Adrian West) or watch them on YouTube you’ll be familiar with Brian and Sue Race; this week for reasons best known to themselves, they drove down from Co. Durham to be with us “live” at Tynewydd. More of them later.

Alan, myself and the missus, and Malcolm provided the foreplay.

Abby was back for another visit. She had to be off early to be fit for work tomorrow – good to know someone is grafting to pay our pensions. Two of her own songs. Lovely. Edna taught her all she knows.

Alun risked the wrath of Warby when he sang a Donovan song; this one was about Islay but mysteriously forgets to mention the whisky which they produce on the island but ruin by excessive use of peat. Other opinions are available. Mine is the one that counts.


John Shepherd is about to be nice about someone.

The Races have been staying with us for a few days. What lovely people (won’t mention their eating habits). It was a privilege to have them singing in my front room. Even with her pink fluffy slippers on, Sue had me crying when she sang John Condon. Two sets of 4 went by in a flash. Apparently it was Terry Hiscock who suggested the Races may like the Rhyl Zoom session – a couple of Terry’s songs featured in their set. Don’t forget you can see and hear the man himself on May 13th.

Brian knocked out “Wagon Wheel” for their last song, despite the backing group of our Zoom performers. Good fun.

I’m always puzzled by thee line in the song “…..and pray to God I see head lice”.

The rest of the night was filled in by songs and verse from regulars with the added bonus of a couple of of poems from the effervescent Izzie, who’d left Geoff back in the caravan with the dog and was out on the pull. Again.

It’s always good to hear Geoff Durno.

Recently the Met police have been rehearsing for Operation London Bridge (the Queen’s funeral). Perhaps N. Wales police should be practising “Operation Foryd Bridge”; last night you could hear the bubbling phlegm in Adrian’s bronchi – probably not long on this side of the turf. Here’s a rare picture of him looking happy (or at least less grumpy).

Rick rounded off a memorable night with Barrett’s Private Ears.

We ran slightly over time so there was no spot for the usual end-of-night singalong. Margaret had been first there to open up and, with the absence of a caretaker, had to be last out to lock up. Apologies from all those who kept her there far too long as they stood around chatting. Margaret and Roly don’t get the credit for all they do in setting up and taking down. That is now corrected.

Singers’ night next week; Brian and Sue will still be in our midst. May 6th is Zoom.

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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