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Friday September 30th 2022

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on October 1, 2022 by Rhyl Folk Club

We were once again plagued by illness, holidays and, in Alan Manouch’s case, a lack of foresight, as he should have built an ark some weeks ago; Capel Curig was almost cut off by flooding on the roads. I did tell you months ago that winter was on it’s way and :-

(Say what you see!)

Adrian is still convinced that tank tops are making a comeback. Most of his outfit was made from offcuts of our backdrop, so only his head and arms were visible. He resorted to a crib sheet when the words (predictably) eluded him.

Dafydd had also been at the remnants of the backdrop and was similarly attired. He had one poem in Welsh and another translated into English. This one was possbly the most miserable verse we’d ever heard, we are all doomed to spend eternity as a box of white bones (not if Putin has his way – we’ll all be vapourised).

Marg and Stu. What a treat! Two excellent sets from them tonight, there had better be some more or we’ll send the boys round (the boys would no doubt refuse to go round – they’re scared of Edna).

It was our Wedding Anniversary, so I was in soppy mood (with “Naomi”). Lesley helped me out (and don’t I need it) with the vocals on the depressing Tom Waites’ song “Georgia Lee”, as well as giving a faultless performance on fiddle.

Alun was back from France but had to leave after he’d won a 4 pack of St. Mig. in the raffle. He’s father of the bride today and is apparently going to sing his speech. A bit “Andrew Lloyd Webber”?

Geoff also had to leave early, but without any beer. His set included a lovely song wot ‘e ‘ad rit 40 years ago.

Sadly, no one sang “Come by the hills” Who’s turn should it have been? Next week there will be some paper and a writing implement available for you to put requests into a box for your favourite turns to sing your favourite songs. Don’t suppose I’ll be featuring much then.

Friday September 23rd 2022

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on September 24, 2022 by Rhyl Folk Club

We’re past the Equinox (just), the shops are filling up with Christmas stuff, “Bake off” and “Strictly” are back on the telly. And Andrew is back on vests.

Zoomers will have recognised a familiar face, up from Southampton to haunt us, but he wasn’t on till later.It was Alan’s turn to start, still wearing his nylons.

Fred and Lesley did a “Guthrie” set ( Arlo and Woody), getting everyone singing early on.

It was Mike’s turn to sing “Come by the hills” this week. Don’t know who’s turn it is next week.

Dafydd was in top form; Willam Blake, followed by some lusty Betjeman about the girl playing tennis. Got the usual lecherous groans from the old geezers.

Some thought it was Gaffer’s brother. It was worse than that. It was Paul Clarke, all the way from the South coast to be with us in the flesh rather than a Muppet box on Zoom. A song about hippos and frogs, what more could you ask for? Answers on a postcard………..

Last week, Edna and Marg had pinned me against the wall holding a sharp instrument against delicate parts of my anatomy and advised me that more chorus songs were needed. Others may also have been approached as there were plenty last night. Come on boys, dig out the singalong stuff, if only for your own health; as Plato once said, the first cut is the deepest. To remind people that Strictly come *!$%*&$ dancing was starting, I dug out “Calico Printer’s Clerk”. “Miss Rowan Davies” from the fiddle player.

Even with arthritic digits troubling him, Geoff plays far better than I could ever dream of. Bobby Darin’s “Things” probably brought out the worst of tonight’s audience participation.

Effervescent Izzie read more from her mum’s collection and alerted us to the dangers of internet dating. She is not yet on vests.

Still time for rounds of 2 in the second half. There were loads of stuff to join in with. Alan started with “If I were a Carpenter” (I’d screw you to the bed!). Lesley and I ended with a rousing Santiano after first following on from last week when I once again used the NE verb “To gan”, in “Blaydon Races. In most languages the verb “to go” is irregular (aller, ir ), but the people up ther have this much simpler regular version – I gan, thou hast ganned, he shalt gan etc.. Were the Blaydon Races relatives of Brian and Sue?

Enough of this drivel; we’re back next week.

Friday September 16th 2022

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on September 17, 2022 by Rhyl Folk Club

After having crawled along the A55 for an eternity (it was the “extra” Bank Holiday), I was much relieved to see Roly’s Saab parked up at Tynewydd. Everything was laid out ready to plug in – a true hero. Let’s not forget Marg and Edna for setting out all the tables, this stuff doesn’t do itself and no one ever gets any credit.

Being Pritchardless, I’d be MCing etc. and kicking off, if only to do whatever Mike had planned to sing. Lesley quickly followed with one of her lovely fiddle tunes.

Adrian’s first offering did involve the removing of a Duke’s bowels, but only included one “bollocks!” when the words somehow eluded him.

Three crackers from Mike, including one of my favourites, “Last Trip Home”.

Lawrence and his missus had come up from W Sussex to be with us; he had an Oysterband song and a couple of his own verses.

There was a fair amount of verse tonight, including some from Dafydd. Good to see him back after his annual late summer leave to the Prom season (I did the Blackpool gag last night). A bit of culture – Keats, very Autumnal.

Several finger pickers sent notes in from their mam. One was still en France demolishing some very cheap-but-bloody-awful red. Another was knackered after working a nightmare shift at the caff in Capel Curig and was demolishing a bottle of more expensive but far better red, probably Argy malbec. Another was sitting on the loo with his trousers round his ankles all night; probably had a glass in his hand, but we won’t dwell on the image.

How I love Izzy’s mum’s verses. To be fair she does do them justice with her delivery.

Lesley P and Fred – always entertaining, and always with songs from Caledonia. Can’t be beat! Always easy to photograph as they’re never over animated.

Geoff probably wasn’t having the best night of his life, but I won’t go into the details. He also made the mistake of inviting Fred and me to join him, thinking that this could be the best thing since Westlife split up.

I thought we may be struggling to fill the time with so many away, but beer break didn’t arrive till 9.53. A quick raffle which left me holding a bottle of Malbec, then a round of ones to finish bang on time.

Only 13 weeks and the nights will be drawing out again! Who says I’m a miserable bugger. Next week we have some Zoom chums with us (“spots”, not a guest turn); the details are not finalised but we may have Phil Harley (remember Cockney Rebel? Nothing to do with them), also the wonderful voice of Dawn, from Alaska. Sadly Paul Clarke will be there, nothing’s perfect.

Three wrinkly old men are available for your festive party at a reasonable fee.

Friday September 9th 2022.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on September 10, 2022 by Rhyl Folk Club

Meteorological Autumn is here. I told you only a couple of months ago that the iron fist of Winter would soon be upon us. This week we’ve seen a change of Head of State and PM; neither of the two new ones look very promising, to say the least.

Andrew started early! Rounds of three! It’s his unpredictability that makes women find him so attractive.

Alan had his nylons on (strings, not his seamed American Tans). Nice soft sound providing a pleasant change. Songs from his soon-to-be-here CD.

Self and Lesley next.”Hiring Fair”, “Ailsa Ann Anderson” (tune) and “Come by the hills”. The last one mentioned didn’t please Mike none too well, as that was to be his guitar song for the night.In the event, the three unaccompanied he did sing were all far superior songs; “First time (ever I saw your face) is up there with the best songs you’ll ever hear when Mike sings it.

Having now had both eyes sorted, Adrian is no longer reliant on his guide dog, except for reading when the yellow labrador has to help him out with the long words. He sang the infamous song about the bloke being killed by the naked lady with a large dagger concealed between her (presumably) voluminous breasts. It’s folk music!

Lesley (P) and Fred always cheer us up with some cracking tunes. “Valparaiso” was on my list for the night, but I didn’t complain. I’m just saying.

Geoff finished off the first half, with his gentle precise style, guaranteed to take your cares away. Till you remember what a mess the country’s in.

During the break, Marg had to accompany Edna to the loo, as our Scouse chum was convinced the Ladies was haunted. No self respecting ghost would choose to occupy the Tynewydd loos, Edna.

Andrew reversed the order for the second half ( he really lives life on the edge), which meant that Geoff had barely got his breath back when he was on again. Andrew had been tantilising us all night about what a “Dopp Box” could be. In the event, I lost the will to live half way through the explanation. The terms “dry sack” and “little leather bag” were mentioned, which turned most people off. Google it, if you must waste 5 minutes of your life.

With Alun en France, I helped Alan out with “Muirsheen Durkin” to end the night.

We’re back to do it all again next week.

Friday September 2nd 2022.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on September 3, 2022 by Rhyl Folk Club

Well! There we are. The end of the monthly Zooms. There was a predictably good turnout from all our distant chums, but a few of our locals were absent. Alun was leaning over the deck rail of a ferry to France watching his dinner return, so there was no “good cop/ bad cop” commentary, just the nasty one. With Paul Clarke helping as co-host, things ran like a Swiss watch. The recording will hopefully be available tomorrow.

With not having a video for screenshots, I’m having to use old photos, but nobody seems to have redecorated or bought any new clothes. Some may not even have changed them.

I’ve been remembering some of the people who have joined us occasionally. Ian from Kent, whose father was a lion tamer. Natalia from Moscow; lovely lady, perfect English, although she seemed prone (or obliged) to echo the Kremlin’s viewpoint – may have been difficult if she’d been with us for the last few months. Steve Andisaw, with his rabbit “Custard” (now deceased, the bunny that is), mad as a box of frogs.

There was Don and Phil from the US.

Plus all the lovelies who turned up for nearly every session.

Others didn’t sing but were valued every bit as much for their presence as they sat, usually boozing, at home.

Internet instability was a recurring problem. Full marks went to Helen in British Columbia for driving out in her car to where there was a signal, so she could knock out a song. She also introduced us to her pal Maureen.

Others, who we didn’t previously know, have become lifelong friends.

Without doubt though, the best bit last night was seeing Sue, back to her lovable perky self, albeit with her Captain Hook eye patch. XXX from everyone at Rhyl.

So many, many more – Izzy (despite your gobbiness, I love you to bits),Paul, Phil, Gwyneth, Irene, Storm, Deep-down-Dave, Brian and Linda, Ian, Mary Ann and many many more, as well as all the regulars from the club, Mike, Alan, Geoff, Dafydd and Bee.

Last, but not least, my pal Alun; always Mr Nice, even when the cheap Aldi beer took hold.

As I said earlier, we hope to be back on-line again in the future, but for now we need to set our priorities, and that is with live music with bums on seats. Terry says his new CD should be available some time next year. I’m sure we’ll have him back as a guest if he can fit us in his world promo tour.

The recording should be available tomorrow – have a look at Facebook or it will be added to this blog when available.

Thanks to everyone who came along for the ride. It was fun.

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 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 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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