Ah, I lived in North Wales (AKA "the unfriendly bit"). It's odd as I am actually English, but probably switched over my support to Wales as I went to the same school as Gary Speed (not at the same time) and I also had a weird obsession with Ian Rush as a child (he had a moustache, so I assumed he must be some sort of clone of my dad!)
I think you must have the gift of the gab, Claud!
good lordy another one of us from the bit of N Wales that don't have an identity, on the boards. Ewloe, Hawarden or Mancot for you ?? Top end of Liverpool road here , with many a good night spent in the Crown and Liver.
Back to the OP I was likely helping my wife deal with our newest arrival, my eldest daughter.![]()
I was at a wedding reception in Kent. No telly, no news. As we drove home through Orpington we started to see fireworks in the sky - red white and blue ones. By the time we got to Lewisham it was as if Guy Fawkes night had come early. People were out on the streets in their thousands, grinning like loons.
Susie switched on the car radio. Germany 1 - England 5. Michael Owen had scored three, and Beckham had turned in the kind of performance that sets him apart from any other England player in my recollection.
Somebody had, somehow, got in to a church and started ringing church bells. People were smiling and waving. We were a nation united in our adoration of all things Sven.
Sic transit gloria mundi
Hawarden.
Although I was more of a Tiv girl (Did spend much of "the drinking years" either behind teh co-op or on the golf course down tinkersdale). Never went to the pub except the Fox & Grapes on Christmas Day, as they had known me since I was 7 and they wouldn't serve me
I wish I had been into cycling when I lived there! Only had a crappy bike out "the Littlewood's boooook" with three gears, so that hill back up from Chester was a nightmare!
the Tiv now theres a blast from the past. thursday live band rocknight, friday grab a granny over 21s. Icecold newcastle brown ale ( heresy I know but it was cheaper than a pint) I did have a bike as a kid and used to ride the hill from aerospace up into hawarden every day . the last corner at Gladstones house was a killer. whizzing through tinkers was cool though. and bombing down the warren from the footbridge to the chapel in broughton. aaahhhh jumpers for goalposts anybody