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Thursday 9th July 2026 – WHAT A NIGHT …

… that was.

At some point during the night, I actually dreamed that the alarm had gone off. It was so realistic that I actually left the bed and I was up for about two minutes before I realised that it was far too early.

It’s not the first time that that has happened either. I don’t know what caused it but I really did think that it was real.

However, I must have been ready to wake up, I suppose. After all, I’d managed to make it into bed at something like a reasonable time and I was soon asleep. I didn’t do much waking up either, until that phantom alarm call at whatever time it was.

When I saw that it was still fairly dark outside, I crawled back into bed and went back to sleep. And there I stayed until … errr … 06:19 when I awoke again. Just like the other day, I was trying to make up my mind whether to leave the bed and claim an early start, but I took so long debating with myself that the alarm beat me to it, and that was that.

After I’d finally plucked up the courage to stand up, I headed to the bathroom to sort myself out. That involved a really good scrub-up and, quite naturally, a good shave in case I meet Emilie the Cute Consultant this afternoon. Then I came back in here to listen to the dictaphone to find out where I’d been during the night.

There was a mother and daughter who had come down the Rue Couraye and the Rue Paul Poirier into the centre of Granville, where I met them. I asked them how they had managed coming here – whether there had been any danger. They replied that there had been nothing as far as they could see. I warned them that when they go back, they may well encounter something unexpected, like the big house there where they do tests on germs and allergies and whatever, and she might be taken in by the guy who runs it. Then we talked about the enemy soldiers. The woman said that she had a shield so she’d be fine. I asked her about offensive weapons like swords. She admitted in the end to having one, so I asked the daughter what weapons she had, and just as she was about to reply, the dream ended.

This is another one of those dreams that, at first glance, mean nothing at all. However, there are a couple of strands in it that do mean something to me

  • The streets that I mentioned are real streets in Granville, and that’s the way that you come from the station into the town centre and to the foot of the slope where you climb up to the mediaeval walled city.
  • Back in the past, I worked with a Swedish woman who had a daughter, and those two would correspond with the people in the dream.
  • There was a hoary old joke about how, in these computer games, men always go out fully armed and dressed in armour, yet the women have to make do with just a metal bikini.
  • The big house where they test for allergies reminds me of the allergy clinic in Avranches, to where I went a few months ago and which we drove past on Monday.

Isabelle the Nurse breezed in again today, full of joy and energy. No trace of any bad humour as reported the other day. She sorted out my legs and feet and then went off to continue her rounds. I could go to make breakfast and, while I was eating, read some more of A HISTORY OF ARCHITECTURE by Charles Freeman.

And here we go yet again. As I have said before … "and on many occasions too" – ed … a few days ago, he was knocking the simple “post and beam” architecture of places like Stonehenge, but today, it’s "There is then one mechanical system and one type of outline which pervade the whole style, and both of these the most simple that can be imagined. Posts supporting beams are arranged in the form of a parallelogram. No mechanical construction can be simpler than that of the entablature ; none requires so few component parts, or so small an exertion of any but the merest physical powers of mechanism."

And yesterday, I also mentioned that he’s now attacking the architecture of ancient Rome. Today we have him having a good moan about "both the debased Romans and their modern imitators …" As regular readers of this rubbish will recall, the Romans developed the architecture of the arch, something that has totally transformed the nature of building ever since.

Back in here, there were things to do and then I made a start on editing one of the radio notes that had been waiting for a few months, since early May in fact when I dictated it. There are loads to do, and they aren’t going to be done by me sitting in here looking at them.

Not that I managed to go very far, because I was slipping in and out of waves of fatigue, so hopefully tomorrow, I’ll be full of enthusiasm and energy and dash off the editing in five minutes.

My faithful cleaner was late coming today. She had been held up by her previous client, who wanted her wardrobe clearing out so that she could sell her surplus clothes at the walled city brocante or car boot sale on Sunday. Anyway, she arrived eventually, applied my anaesthetic, checked that I had everything and then cleared off.

Once she’d left, I decided to have a little doze at the kitchen table, but I’d hardly started when the taxi came, ten minutes early. I was the only passenger too, so I was there by 13:30 and looking forward to an early start and early return home.

Today, though, I was in the new air-conditioned building so I had to walk miles to my own little private room. And then I remembered that I’d forgotten to weigh myself so I had to go halfway back from where I’d come from.

Since Monday, my weight, for some reason, had increased more than any other time, so I was looking forward to a difficult, unpleasant session of dialysis. And it got off to a bad start, as I wasn’t connected until 14:25.

The low blood pressure alarm kept ringing every fifteen minutes, and every fifteen minutes a nurse came running. And then we had the doctor – not, unfortunately, Emilie the Cute Consultant.

The doctor told me that she had received the scans from yesterday, and they did indeed show a massive build-up of infection. The previous series of antibiotics had only managed to put them to sleep, not to kill them off completely.

And then she dropped her bombshell. She wants me to go for another one of those nasal things that I had several weeks ago. If I had been wearing boots at that moment, the news would have made my heart sink right into them, and no mistake. But we shall see how this pans out.

Eventually, much later than I was anticipating, I was released from my tubes and pipes, and it was a very weak and feeble me who made my way to the foyer of the building where my driver was waiting.

It was the young, friendly, chatty guy who brought me home, on my own again, so we had a good chat all the way back, where my faithful cleaner was awaiting. And it was a good job that she was there too, because I needed the help after that session of dialysis.

After she had me settled in the dining area, she cleared off. I loaded up a tray with a packet of crackers, the vegan cheese spread, a peach, a few biscuits and a disgusting drink and came back in here, because there wasn’t one football match tonight but two on the internet, one after the other and it was going to be a very late night.

The first match in the European Conference League was Caernarfon v Levadia Tallinn from Estonia. Caernarfon played some good football, even though they went 1-0 down after fifteen minutes, but an astonishing lapse of concentration for a five-minute period either side of half-time saw them concede three goals, and there was no coming back after that. They conceded a fifth one later and had a player sent off to compound their woes. All in all, it was a sad match with which to open their impressive, rebuilt stadium and entertain their full house of fans.

The second match was Penybont v Santa Coloma, from Andorra. As Penybont’s ground doesn’t meet European standards, they played the match at the Cardiff City Stadium, so the fans were rattling around like peas in a drum. If only they had played the match at a much smaller European-compliant stadium, there would have been a much better atmosphere to encourage their players.

A bad injury to Penybont’s centre-half Billy Borge forced him off the field, and while he was receiving treatment and Penybont were down to ten men, Santa Coloma scored a marvellous headed goal. That was the only goal of the game too. Although Penybont played so much better in the second half, they couldn’t pull it back. They had a glorious chance to equalise when they were awarded a penalty, but the weak kick was easily saved by Santa Coloma’s Mexican keeper.

By now, I was right out of it, and I just fell into bed, and that was that. My notes can wait until tomorrow.

But before I go, seeing as we have been talking about daughters and children … "well, one of us has" – ed … the daughter of one of my friends came home from school and asked her mum "what do you call it when one person sleeps on top of another?"
Mother let out a sigh and said "Here we go – I may as well explain the facts of life to her seeing as she brought up the subject."
Next day, the daughter came home crying, and said "mother, you told me wrong. It’s not called sex, it’s called bunk beds."

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Friday 1st May 2020 – A STRANGE THING …

… happened to me during the night.

There was a group of us living in a house in Crewe and I had to get up and go to work to start a new job. But I was lying in bed and it suddenly occurred to me to get up and get dressed because the bus would be going in a few minutes time. I had to get dressed, and my fitbit came off somehow in all of this. I couldn’t find the tie that I had put aside. I was hunting high and low for this tie. In the end I went to the cupboard, opened it and chose another one. There were about 200 ties in there and everyone was looking at these ties and I said “yes I need to get rid of a few clothes, don’t I?” Someone said “oh yes. I haven plenty of stuff”. I actualy awoke at this point and found myself sitting upright on the point of getting out of bed to go to work.

There have been some really realistic voyages during the night here and there over the years, but this was certainly one of the best.

It had been one of those nights last night where I’d been running really late and I ended up going to bed instead of finishing off my notes.

And so in a break with usual tradition I set an alarm call for a Bank Holiday (it’s Labour Day here so everyone celebrates it by … errr … not doing any labouring) and in a break with even more usual traditions I actually beat the third alarm to my feet.

And this time it was for real too. I felt like that guy about whom Tommy Cooper used to talk –
“I knew a guy who dreamt that he was awake. And when he woke up, he was!”
But it wasn’t half a weird thing that in the middle of the night.

So after the medication I attacked the notes to finish them off. And that took much longer than I was expecting too. I’d resolved not to go for breakfast until they were finished and by the time that I was ready my stomach was thinking that my throat had been cut.

After breakfast it was the turn of the dictaphone to receive attention. I’ve already mentioned something of it but a little later I had someone staying with me overnight. It was another one of these panics to get up in the morning. I cooked a breakfast, toasted cheese, stuff like that and I was getting everything ready while whoever it was (and I’ve really no idea who it was either) was getting ready to leave. I made breakfast in my tiny room which was just like the cabin of The Good Ship Ve … errr … Ocean Endeavour which was so small that I had to sit outside – there was only room for one at the table. However as a gesture of solidarity we both ended up sitting outside in the corridor. But my place quite clearly aroused some appreciation. “Yes, I wouldn’t mind retiring to a place like this at all either” so i was explaining the benefits of these homes and how there were people round but they only came if you needed them and apart from that they only came once a week to clean your room, emergency bell pulls, all this sort of thing. And there was general agreement on this.

There was something else on there too but you’re all probably eating your tea right now so I’ll spare you the gory details. But it concerned another voyage on The Good Ship Ve … errr … Ocean Endeavour, which certainly seems to be receiving an awful lot of my notional custom right now. It’s a good job that I don’t have to pay for these trips for real.

Having done that, I attacked the digitalising of my record collection – the last two albums as well. Whatever is left will have to be done by hand by me. One of those two albums almost ended up in that pile too, seeing that the only copy of one of the tracks was an *.mkv, which is something that I’m trying to keep off my computer, as regular readers of this rubbish will recall.

However, the light went on in my head, like it does on the odd occasion here and there, and I came up with a very ingenious solution to the problem. And to my surprise it actually worked!

So bearing in mind that one or two albums were shelved because all that I could find was *.mkv stuff, I might go back again and have another run through and see what I can do.

It’s a long process but probably quicker than digitalising them manually.

All of that took me up to lunchtime, would you believe, and there was time to do 30 or so photos. I’m now sitting in a zodiac in a lagoon at the foot of the Vatnajokull Glacier in South-East Iceland.

The hummus that I made yesterday was really nice and worth the effort that I put into it. And so was the apple and pear purée for breakfast by the way.

This afternoon has been somewhat … errr … leisurely. I’ve tidied up a little of the hard drive in here (only a little) and dealt with some outstanding correspondence. I’m not sure if I mentioned it but someone wrote to me about my University thesis for my “Historical Technology” module of my degree.

When it was finished I PUT IT ON LINE (I think that all research should be put on line for future scholars) and someone well-known in that area has written to me to give me some further information and to express his admiration (really!) for what I had written, which was certainly very nice of him.

As well as that, there’s some more radio stuff simmering away in the background, including something that might involve HIS NIBS, and so that required a little thought.

There was the hour or so on the guitars too during which I almost fell asleep, and then tea, which was a stuffed pepper followed by the final slice (not really the final slice because half of it went into the freezer) of the delicious blackberry pie.

And here’s something surprising (or maybe in isn’t). I’d sat down after the washing-up to digest my meal before I went out running and suddenly the football came on the internet. I’d completely forgotten that it was Friday.

A historical match – Port Talbot Town against Bala Town in a Welsh Premier League European playoff from 2013.

And how the standard of football in the Welsh Premier League has improved since then too. This was a “top 5” game yet you would never have thought so.

It ended 1-0 for Bala which was about right. Port Talbot were denied what looked from my viewpoint like two stonewall penalties, but Bala were denied on several occasions by some heroic stuff from my namesake in the Port Talbot goal and had already had a goal ruled out for a foul that was much more innocuous than the one committed on Cortez Belle in the 87th minute at the other end for which the referee waved “play on”.

But it was a very poignant match in one respect. The Spuds couldn’t maintain the momentum following this defeat and slowly slid down the table.

And then down the pyramid. Now they are in the third tier and the glory days of European football in the season 2010-11 when they went to Finland in the Europa League are nothing but a distant memory.

But here’s another thing. Bane of Britain has struck again!

Because of the football I was late – like 22:30 – going out for my runs. It was dark so I decided to swap over the lenses – put the f1.8 50mm lens onto the big NIKON D500 and the 70-300mm LENS onto the old NIKON D3000 and take the big Nikon with me.

So Bane of Britain swapped the lenses over well enough – but then took the wrong camera, as he discovered when he went to take a photo.

So no photos tonight, but at least I managed all of my runs which was good news.

It’s late now, so it’s bedtime. And shopping tomorrow – not that I need all that much but never mind. I wonder of the supermarket will be packed.

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Saturday 12th May 2018 – IT’S A WELL-KNOWN PHENOMENON …

… that when you lose something that you desperately need, you can’t find it anywhere even though you know almost exactly where it ought to be.

And it’s an even more well-known phenomenon that while you are looking for the aforementioned, you find something that you lost a while ago and were totally unable to find and you had since given up all hope of ever finding it again. And – you usually find it in a place where you are certain that you have already looked – and on several occasions too.

So for this reason I unreservedly and unequivocally withdraw all of the intemperate remarks that I made at the time and have made since then a propos the mobile phone which disappeared from my possession just before Christmas.

The next question of course is – “what will I have lost and be looking for when I find the spring retaining clip off Caliburn’s window winder?”

Now here’s something rather strange. I was sitting here last night feeling somewhat (but not all that much) tired but I couldn’t find anything that I wanted to do all that much. So in the end I gave it all up as a bad job and went off to bed in default. That’s not at all like me, is it?

And it didn’t take me long (like a matter of a couple of minutes) to go off to sleep too.

The first part of the night was quite restless though and I was tossing and turning somewhat. But eventually I settled down and was well away with the fairies.

We had another one of those nights where I was wandering around aimlessly, my clothes in my hands, from one big public building to another trying to find where the public showers were.
But later I was with a couple of people, one of whom was a young girl of about 10 or 11, on bicycles waiting at a roundabout for the traffic to clear. It was early one morning and still dark and the girl had no lights on. Suddenly she darted off between the traffic and took the wrong road. I had to chase after her, which wasn’t easy seeing as I couldn’t see her, but caught her up eventually on the Coleridge Way estate in Crewe. She’s come to a dead end and couldn’t work out where to go next. I knew where we were although I couldn’t understand how we had arrived there, and to return to our route we had to go down a footpath that would lead us back to the road. But there were these anti-bicycle gates on the footpath so I had to lift her bike over them, and in doing so I scratched the paintwork. You could see through the deep pink down to the original purple colour. She was most upset about that.

It was another struggle to leave the bed this morning. I’m clearly suffering the after-effects of my journey the other day. But having made a nice new muesli mix yesterday I could enjoy a nice fresh breakfast – even if I did forget the orange juice.

ladies clothes on mens rack noz granville manche normandy franceA shower and a shave and a general clean-up and then I hit the streets. My trip out took me to LIDL, NOZ and LeClerc where I bought nothing special but nevertheless spent a lot of money because the stocks here are right down.

But I couldn’t help thinking to myself that they must have some strange men doing their shopping at NOZ. Here on the “men’s” shopping rack we have a nice selection of dresses and an even better selection of handbags.

It takes all sorts, I suppose. I wonder if Lee Pottymouth does his shopping here. But then, I didn’t see any fairy boots on offer.

I also visited the Controle Technique station to book Caliburn’s next appointment and also the garage where he goes to be serviced, but they are taking advantage of this week of two Bank Holidays by being closed until Monday.

With the controle technique being due, I reckoned that it might be a good idea to find out why the driver’s door on Caliburn no longer opens from the outside. It was a good morning – not too hot, dry, no wind, so I could work in comfort.

And it didn’t take too long to discover the problem. There’s a rod that operates the door latch and it’s adjustable with a nut on the end. Only there was no nut on the end. It’s fallen off. So I rummaged around, found a nut of the correct size, and reassembled it. It’s not quite adjusted correctly, but it works and that’s good news.

Then, the reassembly bit. The window winder is held on by a spring clip, not a screw, and it’s flaming awkward to fit. The first time that it sprung off I actually caught it as it flew across Caliburn’s cab – much to my own surprise – but the second time it disappeared off in the general direction of under the driver’s seat.

So I bent down to look for it – and the rest is history.

The phone was under there looking as if it had been placed there. It’s impossible for it to have fallen out of my pocket into the position where I found it. And in any case, I’m certain that I’ve looked there before. So I dunno. It’s mystifying me.

The weather was nice enough to work on Caliburn but not nice enough to eat my sandwiches outside. And then, much to my dismay, I was gone with the wind for a good hour or more. Clearly not up with it, am I?

Nevertheless I went for my walk this afternoon and then settled down to watch the football. Cardiff Metro v Barry Town in the Europa League playoffs. Barry unbeaten in the last 10 matches and the Met having been on a woeful run of form although they came good in the last two matches.

And everyone in a packed ground at Cyncoed and those watching on the internet were treated to a thriller for the first 25 minutes. Barry had most of the possession but Cardiff Met played some good, neat football. And then the Met took the lead with a goal out of nowhere. And then a second ditto. A third followed shortly thereafter – an own goal from a defender who headed a free kick into his own net. And that was that.

The second half was pretty much the same although the killer instinct had gone from Cardiff Met. They scored a fourth but Barry pulled one back to make the score a little more respectable. Cardiff Met were the better team to be sure, but not three goals better. If they play like they did in the first half against Cefn Druids next week and win, they’ll tear up Europe next season.

I had my little walk this evening after a tinned tea, and now I’m vegetating. No alarm tomorrow as it’s Sunday so I’m going to sleep until I awake. I reckon that I need it.

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Thursday 22nd June 2017 – WITH ALL OF THE EXCITEMENT …

… yesterday, I forgot to mention that while I was sitting on the wall eating my butties, there was a haze closing in on the sea and slowly – very slowly – drifting towards land.

And so this morning, after another disturbed sleep, I found that we were enveloped in it all and it was relatively cold (well, as relative as it might be after this week of heatwave). So much so that I regretted leaving the windows open last night to cool the place down a little.

And outside, it really was cool too. Over the last few days I was very appreciative of the fact that this building is built of solid stone walls 1m thick, because when you come from the outside into the hallway and stairwell, it’s been relatively cooler than the outside. Today though, the communal hallway and stairwell was a lot warmer. It just goes to show you the effect of stone as an insulation and heat store.

Lunch was once again on the wall overlooking the harbour, and with it being somewhat cooler I was able to stay out there for longer today. But it was warm nevertheless and in the end I came back here and … err … closed my eyes a little.

So what was I doing for the rest of the day then?

This blog amending is coming on in leaps and bounds and I’m now doing the lest weekend of November 2011. As well as that, there are certain other amendments that needed doing too in order to bring it up to the standards that I use today. So I’ve been tackling a few of those.

Only another 300 pages to go now, and then there will be some hard-hitting revision of the composite pages that will need breaking up and reworking. And I’m not looking forward to that, I can tell you.

Not only that, a few years ago I was in Vaduz in Liechtenstein, and I made a few notes about it. Bala Town of the Welsh Premier League have been drawn to play FC Vaduz in the Europa League in a few days time so I reworked the page to make it more readable and to bring it up-to-date, and then linked it to a couple of Welsh football sites so that Bala Town fans would have some basic travel information about the place.

After all, it’s not exactly on the beaten track, is it?

Just one more slice of pie to go and then it’s all done. And delicious it was too. I must do it again. I made a slight difference tonight by adding garlic to the mashed potatoes as they were steaming and that was beautiful. I’ll try that again, without fail.

But I will try my best to remember to make some gravy, for I forgot tonight. I wondered why it was all dry.

Tomorrow is Friday, and shopping. Tins of peas and carrots are now depleted so if I remember, I’ll buy some frozen stuff. It’ll be nice to get back to using that.

And there are a few other things that I need too.

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Thursday 7th July 2016 – IT WAS 06:20 ..

… when I was awoken this morning, but that’s being just a little economical with the truth as I had quite a bad night last night. I hadn’t been feeling so good for much of the day – probably a delayed reaction to my medical treatment – and last night I was having the most excruciating stomach cramps. I found it very hard to drop off to sleep, and when I did, I was awoken with a horrible stabbing pain. And that’s how I’ve been for much of the morning too, although it did ease off round about lunchtime.

Nothing however had prevented me from going on another nocturnal ramble. This time though, we’ll turn our attention back to the late 1920s. Not many people know this of course but Queen Elizabeth and Princess Margaret had a younger brother. However he was something like Prince John, kept out of public life because of his behaviour (although this is, I admit, being rather unkind to Prince John in real life) and young ladies, mainly of the serving classes, were sent to “entertain” him. And I was the “product” of one of these irregular unions. This gave me unrivalled power on the back stairs of Court and I was regularly being approached by The Powers That Be to handle situations that required delicacy and discretion but with which the official Royal Family did not wish to become involved. Yes, it certainly was quite exciting, that’s for sure.

I had an early breakfast – finished long before the alarm went off, and then I tried to do a few things here and there but ended up crashing out for an hour or so. I managed a walk to the shops too and stocked up with lunch items, seeing as how I’ve run right out.

This afternoon I haven’t done too much because I’m still not feeling 100% right now. Although I had a lengthy chat with Liz this afternoon, as well as crashing out yet again. But I managed a shower, a shave, clean clothes and the like as well as doing some tidying up, for I’ve been out gallivanting with Alison tonight and we put the world to rights for hours.

Now I’m back home, feeling a little better than I did last night, and I won’t be awake for long. I’m off to bed.

But in other news, the B Liar says that the World is a better place because of the Iraq War. You try telling that to the hundreds of thousands of civilians who have been massacred this last few years, including the hundreds who have been killed this last couple of days. How can anyone believe anything that this monster is telling us? If he has anything to say, he should save it for his War Crimes trial, although the way the British Establishment is, he’ll never make it to the Hague.

And in yet more news, hats off to Connahs Quay Nomads of the Welsh Premier League, who beat Stabaek tonight in Norway in order to progress to the Second Round of the Europa League.

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Saturday 17th May 2014 – TOTALLY ASTONISHING!

Yes, Pionsat go to Lapeyrouse, 3rd in the table, to continue their desperate struggle against relegation whereas Lapeyrouse desperately need 3 points to keep their slim promotion hopes alive.

First things first, though. It was nice to see Matthieu finally back where he belongs – between the posts of Pionsat’s goal. Two years, is it, since he broke his leg?

fcpsh football club de foot Pionsat St Hilaire nico defaye goal us lapeyrouse puy de dome ligue une france, Lapeyrouse scored three times, but even more astonishingly, Pionsat scored 4 times. Two of them were throroughly excellent goals and Nico’s will be goal of the season I reckon.

Frederic’s opener was another superb opportunist effort out of nothing and the fourth goal (I didn’t see who scored it) was down to Frederic’s perseverence on the goal line chasing after what looked like a hopeless cause.

Had St Priest lost this evening, Pionsat would have been safe but they managed a surprise draw at St Gervais. This means that Pionsat need 1 point next weekend (against Lempdes who have already achieved promotion) to be totally safe, unless St Priest drop points at home to Beauregard.

But Pionsat can look at 2 totally silly, needless goals that they conceded the other week – that has what has made them suffer. Had they won that match instead of lost it, they would have been home and dry a few weeks ago. It’s the story of the last couple of seasons.

So I had another disturbed night in which I was very active on my travels, but it was all wiped away as soon as I woke up so I can’t remember where I was. But I did another rock programme for Radio Anglais this morning to put myself out in front a little.

I went shopping in St Eloy and bought nothing special except some tomato plants seeing as I have just one that seems to have run aground now and stopped growing. But back home with solar water temperature at 30°C, I chucked 5 litres of water out of the dump load (for that was a healthy 62°C) into the tank and had a most delicious shower. Now I’m all clean and smelling of coconut.

I’ve also continued my play around with Audacity and I’m making progress. Trouble is that large files are taking so long to load and are thus so slow to edit. I need to work on something that has a built-in DVD drive rather than an external drive. Maybe that might speed things up.

Finally a word for Bangor City who progress into Europe next season after their victory over hated local rivals Rhyl at Nantporth this afternoon. Let’s all hope that they can find the consistency that they need to make some progress in the Europa Cup. it’ll be nice if they can make it to round Two.B

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