Saturday, 4 April 2015


Last Sunday I posted the above and said: Here is a Rhyl scene photographed in March 2015 by Yours Truly.

The question: What is the name of the turning in which I was standing?

The answer: Lon Hafren.
(The o has a roof over it but you can’t type that. Lon Hafren is off Ffordd Elan, not far from a little group of businesses including dentists at Oasis Dental Care where I was delighted to find a notice on the door saying Open Wide.)

That’s a win for Jane Shuttle, The Great Gareth, Sue Handley and for Richard & Ceri Swinney.
In addition there were a couple of wrong answers. Doesn’t matter, it’s only a bit of fun. Keep trying!



Sorry to read that Aubrey Phillips passed away on March 11th at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd. I first met him in the very early 1960s when he was my school bus driver. Aubrey ran a fleet of rickety coaches from the car park next to his Riverside CafĂ© in Rhuddlan.

Aubrey was an impresario who loved to put on shows. His pantomimes were funny and often produced on a shoestring; they had to be seen to be believed. I was in one of them up in Gateshead with veteran comedian Sandy Powell. My life in showbiz is a story waiting to be told.

Aubrey was a good on-stage performer with a clear, booming voice, and he was a great audience. If Aubrey heard something that amused him, he would let out a sudden, single hoot of a laugh, loud enough to echo round any auditorium.

I remember visiting him in the late 1990s when he was running Rhyl's Coliseum Theatre on the prom. It was a warm day and there were drunks sitting outside with their backs against the theatre wall.

Aubrey didn’t shout and curse at them, he took a hosepipe and started washing everything down in a choreographed way like a piece of on-stage business, inching ever nearer to them until they got up and walked away. ‘Never fails,’ he chuckled.

Goodbye Aubrey old chap, we never really had a stage big enough for you.