There was a boy in the next street down by the name of Mostyn Jones, for some reason we didn't get on, one day we met up in town, started a fight when an old lady came past and gave us threepence each to stop.
Around this time a few of us decided to go to the Gower via Llanelli for the fun of it; we cadged a lift, arriving there about 10pm, went playing 10 pin bowling in the Glen ballroom until closing time before finding a place to sleep on the way, I found a not too uncomfortable bench for the night. The following morning we made our way to Gorseinon, then Gowerton before Llangennith & Rhosili Bay, stopped for a drink high up overlooking the bay before walking over the cliffs to Port Eynon where we met some County School boys, including I think Robert Haines, who had a caravan there; we drank and played bar skittles in the Ship Inn. The following day we headed home. Later the Gower was often on an after midnight itinerary when we'd take a mini bus to Mumbles for a bit of communal nude bathing after the pub.
Six or seven times I've been horse or pony riding, never learning how to do it properly, as a child on Barry Island beach expecting to be thrown off, 3 times pony trecking at Talybont on Usk when the Trevethick St. boys met with the Troedyrhiw boys, they'd go galloping leaving me behind to quietly canter along, the last time was when I met up with Ivor, my mentor, who had a day off work, he met me in town where I was wearing a suit & tie on a sunny summer's day. He invited me to the Mynydd Du to a farm above Llangadog where the farmer on being asked brought out two ponies; I was unprepared being badly dressed for this type of activity so it was no surprise that on stretching my legs to bestride my mount I heard and felt my trousers ripping apart; we did however go for a ride to Llyn y Fan Fach, the source of the legend of the lady of the lake & the Physicians of Myddfai.
We very often went canvassing, I was meeting more and more people but I was leaving behind my other friends who weren't involved in politics. Canvassing partners in Merthyr included Eurfyl ap Gwilym, Dr. Harri Pritchard Jones and Charles Cravos. Sometimes when we needed money Dafydd Wigley would ask his wife if she was free at certain times so we would have an Elinor Bennett Christmas harp concert, attended by Philip Madoc. Very often our life saver was a young man down in Glynneath; I'd give a ring to his house and we'd end up with a Max Boyce concert, until one day I gave him a call and there was an agent on the other end, things weren't the same after that. One day we were at a 'do' in Corbett's Club, Caerffili/Caerphilly where I heard my favourite rendition of 'Unwaith Eto 'Nghymru Annwyl' sung by a girl called Linda ? from Abertawe/Swansea. Another time we went to the Rhondda where Glyn James (sadly just died) was guest of honour, and given his reputation I expected something light hearted, but I was surprised when it seemed to go on forever in monotone; a few days later we had a function in Gary Thomas's place at the bottom of town 'The Brandy Bridge' where I was on the top table with Emrys Roberts, Robert Howells and our guest of honour, the actor, Meredith Edwards; I mentioned the do in the Rhondda and how Glyn James to my surprise went on and on; well, I'd put my foot in it because Meredith surpassed Glyn, I was already acquainted with Peter Edwards, Meredith's son, due to his being a teacher at Cyfarthfa before moving on to the BBC as a stage manager's assistant's assistant. I had the honour of being shown around a nascent Dowlais Rugby Club in a side room of the Bruce Hotel, another time I was invited to a charity evening in the Dowlais Catholic Hall where I ate my meal next to the President of Cathods, a British film star of the 60s, name of Keiron Moore.
Though that was in the ays gone by,
before the referendum.
When the tide of change flowed down the docks
Next to our other millennium.
Westminster governs us less & less,
No longer the houses in London to buy
Cardiff is serving its purpose at last
It's Taffside not Thameside the place to fly.
Cardiff rules only to a certain extent
But laws are being passed here at last,
Nearly a thousand years we've waited for this,
A government here at the present, no longer a dream of the past.
So Carwyn you are now at the helm
Show us just what you can do
Can we trust you to bring us the bread
And perhaps some jam & butter too.
Cymru/Wales is relying on you.