Very rarely in fact have I walked down this street sober or in daylight. For much of the late eighties and throughout the nineties this was our haunt of choice. A veritable speakeasy where a few words of the old 'Cymraeg' and arian/pres was enough to gain entry into the early hours. It was here that I drank to quell the feelings of inadequacy. Rebel yelled conversations were held and the eponymous chatting up took more and more alcohol every time. I felt 'almost' nostalgic, almost mind you, thinking about the young uns today down from the sticks and going through the whole rigmarole all over again. I remembers the days of the Horse and Groom across the road and the Dog & Duck next door. This street ages me as I takes a few hurried photographs before appearing out by the clock tower. I remember Bob Delyn a'r Ebillion playing, Derec Brown a'r Rhacaracwyr, Tynal Tywyll, U Thant. A gig by Huw 'Bobs' Pritchard came to mind the other night. I wonder what happened to him? Clwb was an oasis of sticky floors, plastic glasses and shouting over the swn. I can't say that I remember it fondly because I always drank to self medicate and not to socialise but I remember it and I remembered it today.
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