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Friday November 30th 2018.

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



Tonight’s guests, Granny’s Attic, had drawn a good crowd; it was good to see some of our old chums from Conwy who’d made the journey over.

Mike, myself, Brian and Alun had whipped the crowd to fever pitch (ok, we’d warmed ’em up a bit) before the main event.

Granny’s Attic are three very young people from Worcestershire (think Lea & Perrins) with Cohen Braithwaite-Kilcoyne on melodeon and concertina (nobody’s perfect), George Sansome on guitar and Lewis Wood on his violin.

Lewis writes many of the tunes they play and the singing is shared mainly between Cohen and George.

The night consisted of a mix of lively tunes and songs. It was also what could only be described as a very athletic performance, especially when compared to our regular spots, many of whom have various musculo- skeletal problems and are arthritically challenged. At half time, I mentioned to Lewis that my joints were a bit stiff; after examining them, he said I was just rolling them too tight.

The star prize in this week’s raffle was an offer from Colin to write a jig to be named after the winner which he would then record at a clubnight and upload to YouTube for posterity. I would like to hear how the lady who won explained to her husband that she was on a promise with Colin Bakewell.

T Gwyn, Jeff, Adrian and John Killion got us back in the mood for part 2. The biggest cheer of the night was for the blues and twos from Rhyl’s finest outside who managed to synchronise perfectly with JK’s “Little Aggy”.



Another fine set from Granny’s Attic – simply superb musicianship, great harmonies and tunes added to just the right amount of banter with the punters in the crowd. What more could you ask for? (Many ladies in the audience asked for the name of Lewis’s conditioner).

Out of respect for the turn, we don’t put any material recorded from our night without their prior approval. However here’s a clip on YouTube which gives a flavour of the wonderful Granny’s Attic. Trust me (why?), this is worth 4 minutes of your life. Ruth had the unenviable task of photographing the night – great images Ruth! – these people were leaping about constantly in what is, photographically speaking, poor light.


Friday November 23rd 2018

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on November 24, 2018 by Rhyl Folk Club

Brian had floated to the top of the slurry pit which is EmCee’s list. Ignoring the proclamation in October that first on does two songs , like the rest, Brian did three. Unfortunately two of them were on concertina. What do you call a beautiful woman on a concertina player’s arm?

A tattoo.

Mike was next up. Before starting on the gentle “First time ever I saw your face”, he coughed up a chestful of phlegm. With no spittoon available, he had no alternative but to swallow it. Perhaps we should discuss the availability of a spittoon at next week’s committee meeting.

Alun sang one of my favourites from his repertoire, John Denver’s “One no longer inhabits this building” (to correct Mr. Denver’s poor grammar). Alun is an advocate of the “turmeric bomb” for pretty much any infectious disease. I noted that his white tee shirt was taking on a different hue with the stuff obviously leaching out through his pores.

For me, it was a first time out for an interesting Richard Digance song “Jack of all trades”, written for the audio book of Bill Bryson’s “Road to Little Dribbling”. Unbelievably, there were no major cock ups!

Mel was absolutely on top form tonight. His undertaker gag was one of the best I’ve heard for some time. I know that Father Christmas is an avid reader of this blog – Mel would like a bottle of single malt (or preferably, a case).

At the break EmCee controversially drew the Snowball first. This man lives his life on the edge. In the event, the would be winner wasn’t there so it rolls over to £20 next week. “Front row” Roly wasn’t there last night either – he’s in Russia, reportedly buying up cheap stocks of Chanel no 5 etc.. Jeremy Corbyn still claims the Salisbury incident was nothing to do with the Russians. To provide balance, it is said that Jeremy Hunt blames it on the junior doctors.

Jeff was without a hat tonight. Another hint Santa! Something to settle his guts may also be appreciated.

Ticket sales for the “Steve Jones Trophy” (a very expensive litre of Sinatra Select Jack Daniels) started last night with over seventy quid’s worth being sold. They will be on sale from the desk right up to the break on the 14th Xmas bash.

T Gwyn began the second half with something self deprecating about the English from Kipling. This is alien to the Welsh who seem unable to do self deprecating in any form as they believe themselves to be perfect.

(That should stir them up!)

Margaret sang “Strange Rain”, about the stuff falling out of the sky around Chernobyl. A bit of a downer really, but what a joy to have a homogametic performer (one with 2 X chromosomes). Please keep it coming every week Margaret, you’re a breath of fresh air.

Not quite time for 2 each before we went home. Mike got “Lord Franklin” in before anybody else did, Brian had chickens and, for the pet lovers, I did some “Dogging”. Next week we have guests “Granny’s Attic” – they come highly recommended from Mel. This week’s “listen to” comes from Brian, but don’t let that put you off; it’s with guitar and I have to admit one of my favourites.






Friday November 16th 2018.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on November 17, 2018 by Rhyl Folk Club

The opening slot tonight went to the late Alun Rhys Jones – he’d been standing under his newly installed shower too long and lost track of time. He made up for his tardiness with two to get us all singing –  “Silver Dagger” and “Three score and ten”, surely the jolliest song ever written about hundreds of blokes drowning.

Brian followed. Eventually. He sat patiently for several minutes as the audience hurled abuse and generally took the piss before starting. Mike wasn’t impressed when he sang “Lord Franklin” as he claimed it was on his list for the night.

Mike was again guitarless – don’t give up! You’re already streets better on it than most from another local club. One of Mike’s songs was Kate Rusby’s “Cruel”, a song about the Press Gang. For those unfamiliar with the concept, the Press Gang had nothing to do with the tabloids. A team of civil servants would tour the country offering free, all expenses paid holidays to the lucky recipients. On arrival at their exotic location, the serendipitous young men, in their smart new suits (included in the deal) would be invited to meet members of the local community and then either shoot them or stick a bayonet (included) in their chests. Oh, what fun they all had.

My set was not as bad as I’d expected. I did a couple from “The Northeast”. Obviously the geographical term is dependent on where you’re standing.

We were treated to an all too rare visit from Keith Price.




Still suffering from shingles, Keith said he had come down to Rhyl because his toilet was broken and he couldn’t get a plumber till tomorrow. In terms of illness,  a recurrent attack of Varicella-zoster virus trumps either a bad shoulder or a dodgy knee. A variant of “Green grow the rashes” was followed by a couple of Irish polkas. Make the most of these Irish imports, they soon won’t get past the hard border coming their way after “no deal”.

Adrian was going to recite a poem for us, but alas, couldn’t remember it.

T Gwyn did come up with the goods and we were treated to some Kipling and some over sentimental stuff in Welsh (according to my translator beside me).

The Break. Colin wold have won a tenner if he’d been there.


Rick started off with a tune wot ‘e ‘ad ‘rote. Maybe he’ll get round to the words next week. (Very well played, to be fair).

Jeffrey included a version of “The Tennessee Waltz”, with verses from several perspectives, some only suitable for adults.

Mel did Hamlet in 3 minutes. This abridged version leaves me no wiser as to what the hell it’s about but leaves me in awe of his ability to remember words.

EmCee, as usual timed things to perfection by allowing us all one more each. Jeff did something Christmassy; too early and too much religion in it – bugger off and come back nearer the time (as I have been heard to say to many a carol singer, even on Christmas Eve).

With each successive song the tone sank lower, culminating in Keith’s interpretation of “Lovely Annie”. Please listen to this only if you are wearing your incontinence pants, if starts off sounding like something off Martin Carthy’s 2nd album, but beware.

Next week we will start selling raffle tickets for the bottle of Jack Daniels “Sinatra Select” brought by Steve Jones. £1 a ticket, but you can buy as many as you want. The winner will be drawn (and possibly hung and quartered if it’s Adrian) at the Christmas party night on the 14th Dec. Also included, courtesy of AWR is a Folk Club hip flask. These are available to non winners at £7.50.






Friday 9th November 2018

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on November 10, 2018 by Rhyl Folk Club




All those who turned out on a filthy night were rewarded with a wonderful evening’s entertainment as we welcomed Phoebe Rees to Tynewydd for an extended spot.

Jeff started us off with a song followed by a cracker of a tune on guitar (sounded like a train – I think he called it a velociraptor). Jeffrey is still the only single celled organism known to play the guitar. There was then a chance for the audience to make an early trip to the loo or nip outside for a fag ( set).

Mel had a new song which evoked 200 memories (and seemingly contained 2 million words). It was probably lost on 2 members of the audience (put a tiger in your tank? Zubes are good for your tubes? That sort of era.)



“TWO young people in one night!” I hear you cry. Yes, not only did we have Phoebe, but club favourite Ben Robertson also turned up.

Ben did just a couple in the first half. He sang “Song for Ireland”, then blew us away with a jig called Banish Misfortune. There would be more from him later.

Phoebe had spent her formative years on the West coast up in Ullapool and has obviously been greatly influenced by the likes of Joan Baez, Eliza Carthy and Miranda Sykes. Playing mainly violin tonight, this immensely talented, personable young lady entertained us with a selection of songs and tunes. She also plays guitar but didn’t pick it up for us tonight; however she did bring out her viola (a violin whose balls have dropped). “El Fusilado” was a song written by Chumbawamba (remember “Add Me”? Same people.) about a bloke surviving 9 shots from a firing squad then a bullet to the head. How we laughed!

The slots either side of the break were filled by Alun and his big sis Val. Alun played the Last Post and Reveille while Val read the words as we remembered the Fallen.


Part 2 then continued with Alun’s set proper. He’s now just about able to manage one song on guitar, although he says his shoulder is far from right. “Rhaid I Mi Fynd” is on the new cd Tynewydd Sessions 3, details of which, including extensive sleeve notes can be found here

Phoebe then returned for her second spot. EmCee talked her into playing “Ashokan Farewell” hopefully that will keep him quiet for a while.




Incidentally, great photos again from Ruth – I seldom give her the credit for her work every week.

We got a bit more from Ben in the second half. His “Beeswing” is the best version you will ever hear; this was followed up with a couple of tunes, a slow Norwegian one then “Horizonto”, a Blowzabella tune with an extremely high npm*.

(*notes per minute).

Mel rounded off the evening with two songs from the Wars.

“Every day is a schoolday” was proven yet again as, after 70 years, EmCee finally learnt how to pronounce “Amino acid”. Singers night next week.

Here’s Phoebe.












Friday November 2nd 2018.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on November 3, 2018 by Rhyl Folk Club

The cage fighting group had returned after last week’s absence; Val had sustained a dislocated shoulder, cracked ribs and a ruptured spleen – injuries she dismissed as “trivial”. EmCee welcomed Adrian to the stage where he went straight into a rousing version of Slade’s “Mama weer all crazee now”. Apparently he was still experiencing a sugar overload after being out with his mates, trick or treating on Wednesday. He then calmed down and reverted to the norm with a jolly ditty involving disembowelling and embalming. His harmonica Morris tune was “enhanced” by Val, from the floor, on kazoo.

Geoff Durno was on top form with two to join in – “Lesson too late” and Bobby Darin’s “Things”, which we all remembered from about 50 years ago.

Alun had still not lost enough weight to be able to stretch his right arm around a guitar so we had one acapella and one with accordion. The word burglars were lurking behind the curtain tonight; for some their inability to remember the words was matched only by their inability to remember why they’d gone to the fridge, before they came out. His accompanied song goes under various titles, “I am the call, you are the answer” being the most common. Someone who shall remain nameless suggested “you are the shit, I am the shovel”, but I’d better move on.

Mike must also have a bad shoulder (no guitar). As I’ve said many times “Who knows where the time goes” is as good as it gets.

My set included a song I’d learnt from “Old Blind Dogs” called “Pills of white mercury”. Our resident (ex) pathologist then went on at length about the treatment of syphilis by heavy metal poisoning and suggested it would have been better left untreated, provided you didn’t mind losing your marbles as the disease progressed.

We haven’t seen John Killion for a while, but all enjoyed “When John Willy Showed His ‘orse”, especially when someone kissed it. He was then joined by his missus for “Barefoot Days”.










It is with a heavy heart that I have to bring the news that the £50 Snowball has now been won – by Mike Hawkins. He then went on to take home a decent bottle of red! The man has no shame. Life’s not fair, but over the years I’ve learnt to live with it. The Snowball will start off again back at a fiver.

There was just time for 2 each in the second half, with the addition of a Leonard Cohen verse from Dafydd and a lovely set from Margaret, including tonight’s John Denver track (Perhaps Love). I trust this will be a regular performance.

Next week we have an extended spot from Phoebe Rees so bring an extra quid with you.

This years cd is now on sale (£10). Thanks to AWR for the long hours he’s put in to produce this again. I got as far as Adrian’s track on the drive home last night and there were some cracking songs up to then (plus a couple of mine, but just hit the “skip” button). This year’s charity is the Blind Veterans UK. My only gripe is that the red print on black isn’t the easiest to read for an elderly gentleman. “Risky Business” kindly agreed to let us use one of their songs. It’s a stunner.


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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