BACK in July, I was a Bear. For some strange reason, in August, I became a Dolphin. This week, it turns out that I am now a Parrot.
Confused? Please don’t lose any sleep over it. Leave the worrying to me.
Here’s the explanation: as

THEY say every day is a school day. Just when you get to the age when you think you know it all, something new comes along to broaden your horizons.
A week ago, I didn’t know a thing about community benefit societies. Today, I well

SWANSEA marina has a special place in my heart; it was where I first met my darling wife Carol.
Some of you may have heard the story: we met in the crow’s nest of a replica of Sir Francis Drake’s Golden Hinde. (It’s a long

IT was someone a lot wiser than me who once declared, “Grandfathers are just antique little boys.”
It’s a thought I will not disagree with as I seem to have spent much of this ‘summer’ revisiting places from my childhood – and places which were

WHAT’S in a name change, eh? Well, quite a lot for many people when the title refers to something close to their hearts.
The ink is hardly dry on the row over the Bannau Brycheiniog/Brecon Beacons name change . . . and now we have

IT was big, it was bold and (in so many different ways) it was bloody good.
It was a privilege to be in the audience for Llanelli Youth Theatre’s Sweeney Todd last week. It was one of the theatrical ‘events’ of the year for this