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The Wooden Horse Folk Club

Meets at

The Junction, News Lane, Rainford

 

Sunday 8-30pm

 

Pete Gleave has sent in the following history of the Wooden Horse Folk Club:

 

The Wooden Horse FC started life as the Travellers Rest FC in Crab Street, St Helens way back in 1970 or 71. For a good number of years this club was run by its founder, Graham Tabern and co-residents Wally Litherland and Len Blackwell, collectively known as Rough Edge. Later Graham's wife Bernadette joined them. This was a splendid club; much supported by Bernard, the landlord at the time.

As time went by the Rough Edge had to co-opt members of the audience to act as residents in times of crisis (flu epidemics, holidays etc) Among those asked were Big Ian, a Ships engineer on Supertankers and his oppo, little Pete Harrison-the former 6'5" and the latter 4'11"! About this time Judith and I had teamed up with two other regulars to form, in 1973, Blackthorn. Multi-talented Bruce Rothwell; now a Mister Big in the folk world of New Zealand (North Island) and multi-multi-talented John Murphy; later of Garva, McGuire, Murphy and Fahey and numberless other combinations of smarty-alec talent, were the other members. This led to us residenting at the club.

We lasted a little while until John went off to Ireland to learn to play the pipes (failure!!) and Bruce headed for the Antipodes in search of fame and fortune and a steady job.

When Rough Edge decided to bow out from the running of the club their place was taken by Moonshine a duo of Vince Luddon and John (surname forgotten). I remember that Vince was a leading light in the local G&S society taking all the difficult tongue-twisting male parts, such as the Major General in Pirates, the List in the Mikado and the Nightmare scene in Ruddigore(?).

Eventually they threw in the towel and into the breach stepped Bernie Forkin as organiser along with the rest of Caught on the Hop, Mick Burrows, Steve Jackman and Alan Hopkins (later substituted by Steve Padgett). All went well until an idiotic landlord decided it made commercial sense for him to lose the thirty or so people who came each Sunday to the club, in favour of the six regulars (three of whom filled his Best-side whilst the remaining three crowded out his tap-room.

So the club moved, to the George and Dragon in Billinge. Brilliant! Bob Hardy the landlord would sing Maori songs to us when the mood took him and furthermore he could never tell the time! Here the residents were Caught on the Hop, Bric-a-Brac (Alan and Margaret Marsden and Ian and Hazel Cafferkey), 'Lead Fingers' Eccles and Quartz (who had come together just at the time of the demise at the Travellers Rest. Three years, maybe more, of happiness when Greenall's decided to upgrade the pub. For 'upgrade' read 'ruin'!

Quartz

The room was to be unavailable for 6 weeks. In the event it was nearer twelve months. The club moved rapidly to the Nalgo Club back in St Helens.
We tried, by heck we tried, to make a go of it but the concert room was too big for singarounds and too big for the audiences we could attract for a guest night. So it was move No 3.

We landed back in Billinge this time at the Eagle and Child, a wonderful Landlady in Eileen Walker, a belting bar staff, Izzy, Betty, Vonia and Hazel and a perfect sized room. Andy Anderson joined the residents during this stay. Ah bliss, years of security, until Eileen took ill and the relief landlord couldn't prevent the local yobs from getting out of hand. Bernie had had enough and nursing a black eye it was back on the road again.

For move No 4 the road was very short because we moved from the top of Main St to the bottom. To be precise we moved to what had been residence No 2. By this time it had changed its name to the Pavillion where we performed in the stone built barn at the side of the pub. We had our own bar, the landlord gave us money each month to pay for national guests, and then the brewery moved him! The next incumbent closed the bar and placed his Jukebox by the clubroom door. What a p*****k. When the pub started to get raided regularly by the Drug Squad the time was ripe for another move.

Jim and Pauline, along with Eric and Sue, took us out to Eccleston, St Helens, where we set up camp in the Stanley Arms. Here it was decided that we ought to re-title the club with a moveable name i.e. get away from pub names. So it was goodbye to the Travs/George&Dragon/Nalgo/Eagle&Child/ Pavillion Folk Club, we would become the Wooden Horse, in view of our many escapes! Lovely room, stone floor, pillar in the middle, what more could you ask? 

Back in Business (Mike Bartram and Norman Wilson) replaced Andy Anderson at this time when Andy and Sheila emigrated to North Wales.  

Back In Business

The Whole Hog (Rob Peacock and Frank Parks) became residents - great assets to the club. All went well until the landlord put on a Day of Folk on his car park - it was a tremendous event; but unfortunately he didn't apply for a licence and he was heavily fined. Move number 6.

LocTup Together

They say every cloud has a silver lining and this was the silver lining for the Wooden Horse. We moved to the Junction at Rainford Junction some 4 miles north of St Helens. A pub with an entertainments licence, a selection of real ales, a belting room and squeaky floorboards - this is heaven for a folk club. Unfortunately several resident changes have had to be made over the last few years but the stalwarts are now Back in Business, LocTupTogether, Mark Dowding (who replaced Rob Peacock when the pressures of promotion and residentship became unsustainable.) and Quartz. We have been here about 4 years, possibly more, and we don't want to move.

Mark Dowding

We reckon that Judith and I have been stalwarts of one folk club, albeit with six different names for at least thirty-two years, and I'm still only just 40!

 


Quartz (a few years down the line)

Pete, Judith, Steve and Sandra

 

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The Bothy Folk Club

Meets at

The Park Golf Club, Park Road West, Southport

 

Sunday 8-00pm

 

Organiser Clive Pownceby has sent us in this potted history of the club

 

All Those Years Ago

 

Now stop me if you’ve heard this before but once upon a time, there were……………….. well, just a smattering of Folk Clubs locally and says Stan Ambrose “all these were run by groups. As floor singers, we got our couple of songs and I had the idea, let’s run a Folk Club with individual singers. Down in the (Liverpool) Cavern, the Spinners were down there. Tony (Wilson) wasn’t there – he didn’t like the Spinners; myself, Dave (Boardman) and Chris (Jones) were there. Tony was another solo singer who seemed to be very active, so we asked if he’d like to come and join us.

We established it on a formal basis. I was Chairman, Dave was Treasurer and he brought his brother Godfrey in, Chris was Secretary and Tony organised the Guests.”

The first Bothy opened at the ‘Cattlemarket’ in South Liverpool on 23rd November 1964 a Monday, the local press at the time describing its location as “near Stanley Abattoir” and referring to the “the resident guests – a strange title, and these will be Hilary and Joan.”  Melody Maker outlined that the four founders “as well as forming a loose group for certain songs, are basically solo artists trying to break away from the group-dominated Mersey scene.”        

Stan continues “there were some pretty phoney clubs around. We needed, we didn’t call them ground rules, more house rules. That’s how it all started.”  There may have been a structured approach to the club (and those original 17 rules are still adhered to!) but it was intended to keep the evenings informal, whilst still maintaining continuity to create an atmosphere akin to a Scottish bothy.

Some weeks later at a Spinners concert at the Cambridge Hall (now the Arts Centre) says Stan “people were coming up to them (the Spinners) and asking them to run a Folk Club in Southport. They said well we can’t do that, ‘cos they were going professional anyway and suggested us.” In fact two full sheets detailing interested names for a Southport Folk Club had been collected and if the Spinners had said Yes to their proposed second club, events might well have taken a different turn but as it was, our four heroes rose to the challenge.   

A daunting challenge perhaps? As Stan vouches “We were told, oh we’ve had Jazz clubs, we’ve had this, we’ve had that. Nothing lasts in Southport.”

Starting in April 1965, concurrently with the Liverpool Bothy for over a year, the Southport branch ran initially at the Railway Hotel on Chapel Street demolished as part of the municipal vandalism of the wonderful old station buildings in 1970/71. This vast Walkers pub boasted the longest bar in Lancashire. I remember it as the sort of place where ageing bar staff wore white jackets and the landlord saying, recalls Stan, “I don’t mind what you sing, as long as you don’t sing religious songs.” Kevin Littlewood, there on the first night remembers “when I walked in, there were three blokes asleep in the bar”  obviously after an afternoon lock-in (pubs closed between 2PM and 7PM on Sundays back then) “and I said is this the Folk Club?!”  He was duly directed upstairs. For various reasons – bigger room size, beer quality perhaps, after a few weeks the Club moved to Birkdale’s Blundell Arms and stayed there until the end of 2003 – a record duration maybe, in Folk circles? I was member no. 776 when I first paid a visit on November 20th 1966, a Singers Night!

The Bothy Folk, as they had become despite their “wanting to stay as individual singers but people would come up, wanting to book us” (Stan again), found that running two clubs in addition to doing bookings locally and further afield in addition to the day-jobs, was becoming too much of a chore. It was decided to abandon one of the outlets and it had to be Liverpool. (last guest – Robin Dransfield July 13th 1966) This was for the simple reason that the city by then had a plethora of other clubs – Southport had the one.

Incidentally the group played at the 2nd Cambridge Folk Festival that year on a bill that also featured Carthy & Swarbrick, Hedy West and Louis Killen. (Weekend ticket £1!) Stan says modestly, “well it was a question of knowing people. I’d lived in Cherry Hinton and used to be a local Councillor. (Ken Woollard) said do you know any groups? I said, yes, I’m in one!

Changes in any organisation are inevitable. Christine (Mrs Hughie Jones – Spinners) left to start a family and in 1968 Dave Boardman took up a teaching post in Jamaica. Stan’s work with Folk Scene – still running successfully on BBC Radio Merseyside, was taking up more of his time though he and Tony were individual residents right up until, the mid-‘70s. Exeunt Bothyfolk!

That gentle reader, is how it all began. As Stan recounts “it just seemed to happen” and now with both Tony and Dave sadly deceased, “I feel like the Godfather. Like all groups we had our problems – but they were always resolved. Tony always wanted to wear that hat on stage!”

There have been many comings and goings over our 42 years to date but always with Godfrey Boardman on the door throughout, and maybe not with as many upheavals as some clubs undergo. I became a resident singer in 1974 and took over as Organiser, on a 6 month trial basis from Tony in 1975 when he went off on a teaching secondment in Hull. He never wanted his old job back and when I’d chide him about this in later years, he would say, to my eternal pride “the Club’s in safe hands.”  I can only say that thanks to him and his fellow founders, we all inherited a going concern that they’d made second to none.

We’ve only recently released a Club CD though as individuals, the Residents are no strangers to the studio and in the early ‘70s recordings were made for a vinyl album, funded from raffle profits. I wonder what became of that master tape? There were also plans for a ‘Bothy Book’ too, which was never published. Now maybe there’s an idea for our 50th birthday? – and for the 60th, we’ll…………………

It really is too late to stop now!

 

Clive Pownceby

(interview with Stan Ambrose conducted by Clive Pownceby and Kevin Littlewood March 2007)


 
 

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