Archive for the Club Night – What happened? Category

Friday 10th November 2017

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on November 11, 2017 by Rhyl Folk Club

EmCee welcomed everyone on what was to be our Armistice Day event, and proudly showed off his vest, which he said he would now be wearing till March. It will no doubt need to be chipped off him with a sharp chisel at that point.

Adrian’s tune was a short stick dance (we’re pissed off with the long stick ones) about “bean setting”. He can be seen here demonstrating the very one on Bangor pier. Germination was described as “erratic”.

I followed on with “England 1914” (McTell) and “The Soldier”; a lovely song despite being written by Chris De Burgh. Thank you all for doing your bit with the chorus this time.

Mike always digs out “The Green Fields of France” on these occasions, and why not – he makes such a cracking job of it. It will be on at the end of the blog.

EmCee was bewildered by the fact that his gardening group were unable to shift stuff like kale, kohlrabi and chard. This was his recurrent theme for the night; maybe it’s because they’re awful, Andrew?

Jeff was upsetting Val again with his stories. This week he was doing things in the back of a taxi. Don’t ask. Nice set however.

Alun was sounding like one of the chest clinic’s failures. Once he’d shifted the looser stuff he sang a song he’d written (and won £25 in a competition for it) 30 years ago. A lovely rendition of “Where have all the flowers gone” to follow made a fine set. Alun has never been married to Lulu, but he was once in her backing group, “The Luvvers”.   His favourite milk is Gold Top.

Sheila doesn’t get up to read to us as often as she should. “Dulce Et Decorum Est” by Wilfred Owen left us pretty stunned. It is also available on Soundcloud.

Dafydd, making his debut up front, also read some Wilfred Owen. I was expecting something in Cymraeg, but there you are. Well done that man.

We were possibly a bit relieved to have some light relief with the beer break.

The second half was in a much lighter vein. Adrian was singing about syphilis and veg. (That’s what you get from eating kohlrabi!).

The new club cd will be on sale next week, so bring your tenners. It contains songs with a vaguely nautical theme and all profits are going to the RNLI. Full details and extensive “sleeve notes” are available via a link on the homepage of this website or just click on  if that’s too difficult for you.

Here are Mike and Sheila.


Friday 3rd November 2017

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on November 4, 2017 by Rhyl Folk Club


Mike has a ritual  warm up to his spot; swig from his bottle (what would his mother have said), cough up some phlegm, then desperately try to remember the first line. Maybe if I went through the same ritual I’d be able to avoid all the bum notes. There will be more about phlegm later. “Water is wide” was the pick of the bunch for me.

Alun had eventually returned from Belgium, where he’d been grave visiting with his big sister. His first offering was McTell’s “Maginot Waltz”, which included an impressive “A9th with an augmented 5th” chord, which he’d learnt from EmCee.

Adrian is still suffering from a multi personality disorder. He was snapped by AWR a couple of weeks ago dressed as an Irish ice cream salesman, pretending to be a Jedi knight. He’d had a haircut again this week (why?). When asked by his coiffeur how he would like his hair cut, he usually replies, “In silence”. The gob iron tune should have been a long stick dance (with double stepping!), but it turned out to be something else. Our disappointment was tangible.

My first song was “Maggie”, written for a lady suffering from TB. It’s possible that I may have mentioned the theoretical presence of a bowl of infected mucous by her bed. EmCee expanded on this and launched into  a fascinating discourse on the historical use and construction of sputum pipettes in the path lab. Riveting stuff.

The only person able to follow this was of course Jeff. His (very) old gag about the bloke drinking the spittoon in a pub was proving too much for Val and Glenys, who were by now looking far from well. He probably sang a couple of songs but I have no recollection.

T Gwyn told the Frank Crumit story of Abdul Abulbul Amir and then a bit of class with some Byron.

Vin returned again to give us a second helping of songs wot ‘e ‘ad rit. Very good again. I don’t know if he’s local, but it was good to see and hear him again.

After the break we had a spot from our favourite sailor Andy Gallagher. He’d brought a capo but no guitar.

Time for a couple more each, with Jeff and Alun rounding off one of the best nights we’ve had for a while.

Parish Notices :-

The Festive bash will be on the 15th December, with butties and the like. The hall is unavailable on the 22nd and 29th, so we won’t be there.

AWR says the second club cd will be available in 2 weeks time (17th), a bargain at just a tenner, all profits going to Rhyl Life Boat (RNLI). Buy half a dozen and your present list is sorted. I’ll try to get some details on the website before then.

Finally here’s Alun singing for his great uncle. Whatever you do, don’t miss this one. Sorry, I can’t get it to embed, but this link will take you there.


Friday October 27th 2017

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on October 28, 2017 by Rhyl Folk Club

With a large contingent of singers to wade through, EmCee started promptly. I croaked my froggy larynx through three, before Mike rescued the night with the lovely “Aragon Mill”. Spot him cutting a dash in his surfer’s bomber jacket (as opposed to the jihadist bomber jacket).

Mel must have spent most of the summer learning Gaffer Ferris’s “11 malevolent elephants”. I have to admit that it was easier to understand in standard English rather than Gaffer’s Cornish. Nobody wearing a set of dentures I’d made would stand a chance with this song, not even joining in the chorus.

Adrian denied that he was wearing a Blue Peter badge. He’d remembered to bring the gob iron this week; a short stick dance from Oxfordshire for those who are interested. Nice cuffs on the shirt, Adrian.

Rick and Delora had had better things to do over the last couple of months rather than visit us at Tynewydd. Sadly getting his hair cut hadn’t been one of Rick’s priorities. Rick played a tune he’d been writing for about 30 years; Ludwig Van would have been proud of it himself.

Jeff was on his best behaviour as he had family in the room, so there were no updates on his gastro-intestinal or urino-genital health. His first song was “Blue Moon”. Janet once told me that Sadie was conceived while this song was playing. The song barely lasts 2 minutes. His second was “Shady Grove”, with the wonderful line “”44s around her waist” – she should have worn a bra.

T Gwyn had become a grandfather again. A truly depressing poem about dementia preceded Betjeman’s “Wendy’s Party”

Brian took us to the break. The last couple of weeks had been tough for him and we were surprised but delighted to see him tonight, even with his concertina. He entered into the spirit of late October by wearing a scary Halloween mask all night. One of his offerings was “Lord Thomas (wasn’t he Speaker in the House of Commons?) and Fair Eleanor” which you can hear at the end. Not one you’d sing to the grandchildren at bedtime.

Alun wasn’t there tonight. He’d been grave visiting in Belgium with sister Val (no, it’s his sister, she’s not a nun). Either he’d altered his watch a week too soon or the ferry set off early. Either way he wasn’t on board.

The second half opened with new face Vin, who belted out one with a nautical theme and then one acapella, both wot he ‘ad writ ‘imself , to boot.

Almost time for a round each. EmCee’s timing was thrown out by the appearance of Geoff Durno at about 10.40. He’d been playing on the swings with his imaginary friends and had forgotten about the time (not unlike Alun).Whatever the time, Geoff is always a treat, and he rounded off the night for us.

Clocks go back tonight (unless you’re reading this on “catchup” and it’s a singers night next week. We understand that Roly’s on the mend.

Here’s Brian, with gratuitous violence and scenes you may find upsetting.

Friday October 20th 2017

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on October 21, 2017 by Rhyl Folk Club

A few regular bums were not on seats last night, including Mr. Bull, who had finally found fame and had a storm named after him.

However, Keith Price, the club’s favourite scouser, had nicked a motor and braved the elements to provide us with another night of music and fun.

Jeff opened up and said he was going to be extra crap to make Keith look really good. Excellent job, Jeff. A couple from me meant that Keith looked like being a world beater. Mike’s unaccompanied set would surely demonstrate our guest’s prowess on several instruments.

Jeff has been badgered by many in the club to get Keith back for another night. Mainly the women. Be under no illusions, this man is sexual chocolate; every woman’s secret desire.

His fine singing was accompanied on guitar and melodeon, with some dazzling fiddle tunes thrown in. Is there no end to this man’s talent? Answers on a postcard to …..

The break was on us all too soon. I WON A (DECENT) BOTTLE!! During the break Mike was presented with a vinyl 78 rpm copy of  Nic Jones’ “Penguin Eggs” by AWR for successfully completing 70 orbits of the sun – it’s been a long standing joke that Mike only owns one record, so now he has two. (Both, sadly are “Penguin Eggs”).

Alun opened part 2 with a really sad song in Welsh. (I knew it must be sad as it was full of minor chords, nothing to do with my understanding of Cymraeg). His second offering was a Cornish song, bizarrely in what sounded like a Norfolk farmer’s accent.

Adrian, now fully recovered from his annual Morris Dancing gig on Bangor pier, sang a topical song about Napoleon. Good to see Alan Ewing back, turning in a nice set to boot.

Back to Keith to finish off the evening. When he wasn’t singing and playing he was simply being Keith Price, which was worth the three quid alone – surely the most entertaining guest we’ve had for some time. AWR has picked this week’s featured track. Very difficult to choose as there were so many gems to pick from. Or maybe Jeff and myself did such a good job with the foreplay? Keith says he has never been married to Lulu and his favourite milk is semi- skimmed. Singers night next week.

Friday, October 13th 2017

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on October 14, 2017 by deputyfolk

The big news this week was that, unlike Emcee’s hearing, Colin Bakewell was back! Colin’s mandolin, however, was notably absent on account of Colin having a poorly finger. If you’ve seen Colin play, you’ll know why he needs all eleven fingers in good working order. Let hope he’ll be back on Emcee’s list soon.

Alun Rhys Jones was up first, looking years younger after a short back and sides. He set the bar high with Farewell She then raised it higher still with Mike Hand’s Pilot Whale (sung acapella), and Little Pot Stove.

Mike Hawkins gave us As I Roved Out and Cruel. Emcee came up with a brilliant idea: He suggested that (one night) Mike should be prevailed upon to sing the whole of Penguin Eggs. I think a whole album might be a bit of a stretch but how about a round of extended spots from our stalwarts, each choosing a favourite album to do four songs from? That shouldn’t be too difficult.

Geoff Durno struggled to get going with John Prine’s Unwed Fathers but inadvertently gave us one of the highlights of the night when T Gwyn got up and sang it while Geoff provided accompaniment and harmonies. My Grandfather’s Clock was back and was as popular as last time (a fortnight ago). It’s impossible not to sing along to it.

Jeff Blythin’s weekly public information announcement was on the dangers of purple carrots. To summarize his sage advice: Don’t eat them.
Bob Dylan’s Love Minus Zero/No Limit and Jimmie Rodgers’ In The Jailhouse Now were both excellent.

T Gwyn was in nautical mode, leading with Shel Silverstein’s short but witty Morgan’s Curse and following with John Masefield’s Sea Fever.

After the beer break, Emcee ruled that a reversal of the playing order was in order, in order to put Alun on last. It’s that sort of inbuilt flexibility that’s made ‘The System’ so popular. However, for reasons that passeth all understanding, that did not mean T Gwyn was back on, but that Jeff Blythin would lead off the second half.

Spanish Is A Loving Tongue is a song JB generally does well and tonight it was, to quote the maestro himself, “S**t hot!”. Alun joined him for Rosehill Fair, requested by Edna.

We had time for three from Geoff Durno. Mike Hand got another mention for The Green Rolling Hills Of West Virginia.

T Gwyn managed to get us all to join in with Elsie Carlisle’s Home James And Don’t Spare The Horses and delivered the best recitation of Danny Deever that I’ve ever heard from him.

Mike slowed things right down with All Things Are Quite Silent and Come By The Hills, leaving us in a suitably mellow mood to truly appreciate Alun’s London Danny.

The absolute high point of the evening was Alun and Jeff singing Did You Ever Saw? Hilarious stuff.

All together now… No, nay, never. No, nay, never, no more…

Honestly? Tonight we had very poor turnout but some of the highest quality turns for quite a while. I don’t think I can remember a night when absolutely everyone was on top form. Those of you who missed it really did miss something good.

Mr West will be morris dancing on Bangor Pier tomorrow afternoon and the hugely entertaining Keith Price will be here next week. Oh, and John Shepherd should be back too. Until then…

goodnight and joy be with you all.

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

apr 18 21 rr