There’s no fool like an old fool, they say, so what happens when a bunch of oul’ coots gather together to make music? The next 20 posts may enlighten you as to the question just posed and may also, perhaps, enrage or entertain. Anything’s better than a yawn, I guess. These songs were the result of a few sessions around a table laden with alcoholic beverages of various kinds. Plonked in the centre of the table was a laptop with built-in mic that somehow survived the knocks and spillages that were part and parcel of the sessions.
Song 21: Rhonda Valley Girls– A rousing songs about Welsh miners. We have seen the sad decline of old industries and processes over the past few decades and know all about the fate of once-proud workers in occupations who find themselves out of work or offered a 
paltry alternative in the casualised service sector. The election of Donald Trump is, like Brexit, a manifestation of the anger of these folk who have been waiting vainly for at least a generation for the elites to offer them something more than promises come election time.
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