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Friday May 1st 2020.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on May 2, 2020 by Rhyl Folk Club

Some one else offered to write the blog this week. I think he was at another meeting in a parallel universe (JS)

THE RHYL FOLK CLUB JOURNAL
Friday May 1st 2020

Chocolate Orange Theft Case Goes To 2nd Hearing
Jury Dismissed Over Claims of Excessive Flatulence
From your new friendly correspondent Gill Bolding

Dear friend,

Before I impart the horrors of this particularly nasty case please let me say how happy I am to be
given the chance to redeem myself in the eyes of my editor.
As I look up from my typewriter, I notice it is 09:20am, time for a small snifter I think, ah that’s better, now, where
was I? Ah yes, the report of the latest offering from the wandering tribe of itinerants known as Rhyl Folk Club.
My all leather steam driven computer was up and running smoothly when the first performer of the evening was
introduced, Y Rhyl’s very own Mr. Mike Hawkins, unfortunately I had spilled some of my drink over my lap and
therefore in the vigorous rubbing dry of the area I missed the title of the songs etc. but I can assure you the sound
emanating from my computer was mellifluous in the most soothing of ways. Once I had stopped rubbing the
offending area, he had completed his turn at the track and it was onto the next guest a Mr. Geoff Durno,
champion flower sifter of Llanelwy. Two confident numbers ending up with an excellent version of This Old guitar.
Mr. Durno did claim Mr. Hawkins had appropriated one of his songs, well I suppose that’s the beauty of going
first. Round about this time it was pointed out that one of the audience was reclining as if on the ‘back-benches’
in Parliament. I begged to differ as he’d got his eyes open.

Next to the fore was a red bereted singer that hails from Prestatyn. He was admiring the sunset as seen from his
prison cell window and dreaming of days gone by, I should imagine a bit like Charles 1st on the evening of Jan 29th
1649. Anyway, enough of my ramblings, interesting though they are. This Mr. Jones suddenly whipped out, from
beneath his desk, a guitar, and treated us to ‘Make You Feel My Love’, unfortunately he is with a crap Internet
supplier and so the sound wasn’t what it could have been. His second offering of ‘The Lark in The Morning’ was
received very well with the audience seemingly miming along in their own confines. The camera then swivelled to
the winner of last year’s ‘Val Doonican Look-a-Like Runner Up’, a Mr. J. Shepherd from Llanfairbackofbeyond, he
sat resplendently in front of his fireplace and imitation log fire, he burns imitation logs by all accounts, all that was
missing was a rocking chair and that woman from Parry’s Corner. He delivered ‘In the Early Morning Rain’
excellently and he’d obviously been working on his set-up as the sound quality was very good. Then in deference
to a Mr. Adrian Rasputin he sang ‘Look Out Mama There’s a White Boat Coming Up the River’, what the chuff that
was about I have no idea.

Suddenly we had the handsome features of Mr. M. Barratt from Engurlund on our screens, and again someone
who has worked out how the ‘lectric supply to the house can effect the overall sound, and gave us two lovely
songs the first being ‘You Belong To Me’ a great love song and then he switched to ‘Stepping Out Mary’ which
again had the audience bobbing around and miming to the words, top notch stuff.
The next artist had me a little baffled to start with I thought the camera was upside down but then I realised he
was sporting a magnificent beard; it was David Hytch who helps run the Dragon’s Breath Folk Club. He played and
sang ‘Powder Fingers’ a new one on me but it’s good to hear songs you haven’t discovered before and then gave
us one of my favourite numbers ‘The Dimming of The Day’, thank you David.

The evening’s entertainment was then switched to Y Rhyl again where a white-headed lunatic was rambling on
about getting drunk at home as opposed to the pub. Who the hell let him in I do not know? He sang a couple of
numbers, forgetting the words to one of them and giggling quite a lot, must be something in the water, like too
much whisky. We stayed in Y Rhyl for the next 2 numbers, Brian Bull, winner of The Norman Collier award for
delayed mouth movement, though it must be said that as per usual the sound and performance was first class. He
gave us ‘Lord Franklin’s Lament’, which I love, and ‘Won’t You Come Down’, another one I love, thank you Brian.
Sir Johnathon Killion of Y Rhyl was up next and delivered the poem, ‘Live in Hope’. Strange that he wandered as
far south as Derbyshire but hey ho, a great piece and a lovely place to visit. He then had the world’s audience
exercising, which is a good thing in these times, to ‘You Push the Damper In’, a special request from
Llanfairbackofbeyond.

We then travelled up the hills to near Marian Cwm where the Rev T. G. Williams was waiting for us to perform ‘Yn
yr Iaith Gymraeg’, ‘Eira Ar Y Coed’, with a trnslation for all of us that aren’t fluent in God’s own language. We than
had a recording of his version of ‘She Belong’s To Me’. His description of his memoies relative to the feeling about
the song took me right back to my own youth; ah those borrstal days were idilic.

We skipped the beer break this week, just as well as the Lunatic from Y Rhyl was getting rather tired and
emotional, suddenly appearing in a pink wig and then a bit of a horse’s arse strapped to his head; some people, I
just don’t know why they’re allowed out; oh hang on we’re not are we.

After we’d run through the performers, we travelled the country again with the night being finished off by Sir J.
Killion with ‘The Coal Hole’, how that went down in St. Petersburg I have no idea.

Before I finish my report, I must say it was good to see some new faces and names on the screen, some people
obviously don’t wish to be seen, Interpol get everywhere these days as do the D.W.P. but it was good all the
same. To finish we must say a big thank you to Nurse Ratchet who ran the evening exceptionally well, and it must
be mentioned that his work isn’t over then as it takes at least 2 hours to reconfigure the recording fit for UTube.

So, until the next time, sleep well.
As ever your new friend, Gill Bolding.

Friday April 24th 2020

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

Tonight should have been the AGM. We had a Zoom Committee meeting last week and decided that even Adrian West would have to make allowances for us and it will now be held soon after the club reopens, continuing with the same officers etc.

Sound checks had been completed by the Fiasco Manager and we were rolling out through the ethers at 8.00 (less Alun, who we presume was the worse for the drink).

Mel was the opening turn,pictured here in his back garden tonight. He now has the dubious honour of being the first person to **** up the words. To be fair it was “Hamlet in 3 minutes”, as he celebrated Shakespeare’s birthday, St. George’s Day and home schooling all in one.

Andrew  (El Fiasco) had a list – but he wasn’t letting on and sprung it on Mike. First line – “For nearly 60 years I’ve been a Cochyn”, which as I understand, is “redhead”in Welsh (don’t bother to correct me Alun), which is about the same time I’ve been one.

Looking at the gallery view of everyone there, I could see Mel eating his dinner and Ruth knitting PPE for Glan Clwyd, but the couple dogging were of more interest. Looked like Jan on top but I couldn’t be sure.

David Cutillas was coming live from Spain, and sang a couple in what could possibly be described as “swing” style. What a refreshing change – went down really well here at Beniar. “Dancing cheek to cheek” was followed by “If I had a brain”(?), which lead us directly to Mr. Blythin.

“How can a poor man stand such times and live?” We will all find out soon enough when we have to start paying back the eye-watering billions we’ve had to borrow. Many people can get to grips with”a million”, but don’t really understand “billions”. As an example, a million seconds is nearly 12 minutes. A billion seconds is 31 years. A lot to pay back.

Nick Jackson played a couple of his favourites (but not necessarily ours) – “Rain & Snow” and “St. James Infirmary”. If you keep bending those old strings, Nick, you’ll break ’em, then there’ll be tears!

John Warburton was back again. “Mary’s Dream” – probably the most depressing song of the night, John. If you want to join the Dragon’s Breath on line session, it’s on Tuesday nights at 8.00 on Zoom. Go to Zoom and the ID is 3175777, the password is 653326.

A couple from me . “Billy Austin” and “Maggie”. In “Folk Song Top Trumps”, does a hanging beat an electric chairing? I noticed as I looked at the gallery that Glenys had asked to be placed in an induced coma for my set.

Susie Dent (dictionary corner, Countdown) had yesterday’s “word of the day” – “ultracrepidarian”, following the orange President’s top cure for Covid – taking disinfectant intravenously; it means “one who continually offers advice and opinions on subjects way beyond their understanding”.

Commercial Break – here’s a word from our sponsors:-

John and Karen Killion wer relaxed in their transvestite gear (watch the video if you don’t believe me). The chorus of their song contained a dildo and their poem was one by Hovis Presley. I couldn’t make it up.

Brian was again recorded, but although the sound was ok, video was in freeze frame. “The band played Waltzing Matilda” commemorated Anzac Day (today, 25th).

Geoff Durno is struggling with a couple of fractured vertebrae (no Brokeback Mountain gags please). Seriously, hoping you’ll start getting better before too long, Geoff. Nice set as always.

Geoff Ludden (there wasn’t the same choice of Christian names when we were kids) sang about his home town, now a city but just as dirty, Salford.

T Gwyn completed the line up. Subtitles for the Welsh one and a guitar for his song. Is that a ponytail sticking out behind your head Gwyn?

I’ve been doing the Saturday blog for 6 years now and it’s even harder to write something every week now it’s all on line – I’m very aware that it’s becoming just a few poor gags interlaced with the incoherent ramblings of a disillusioned old man, but Jeff has offered to do it next week and volunteered Alun for the week after, so that’s something for you all to look forward to.

Anyone heard from Ann and Frank?

As I write this (11.30) the video still isn’t uploaded to YouTube but here is the link.

Review of 2019

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on January 1, 2020 by Rhyl Folk Club

Review of 2018

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on December 28, 2018 by Rhyl Folk Club

No club this week so no blog, but AWR has put together some of the highlights (and a few lowlights) of 2018. WELL worth watching.

Club Archive

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on January 13, 2018 by Rhyl Folk Club

Loads of stuff from days long gone. Visit  http://rhylfolkclub.blogspot.co.uk/

The Tynewydd Sessions.

Posted in Club Night - What happened? on November 5, 2017 by Rhyl Folk Club

All the information about the club live cds, including extensive sleeve notes , is available on this link.1st-annual-cd-mp3-cover

http://tynewyddsessions.blogspot.com/

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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