Punch and Judy anyone?

While walking on Llandudno promenade last week-end on what was a pleasant, sunny, afternoon we stumbled on one of Llandudno’s traditional entertainment acts.
The Punch and Judy season is once again upon us!
It never fails to amaze me what a good old blood and guts story can do to captivate the very young! We are talking here of a tale about a puppet who has murdered his family (doesn’t go into the grizzly details, but families were huge in the 19th century) and is going to be hanged right in front of these poor children. And it’s not a quick hanging.
The dialogue that was coming out from the puppeteer alone should have scared the kids away!

“You know what’ll happen to you if you kill your family, don’t you!” he screams.

There was a woman going around the congregation with a tin cup collecting money for the show.
Since when did public executions sign up on pay-per-view?
I kept avoiding her as I my wife and kids had spent all the loose change in the amusements (and we are not talking cheap here).
I just didn’t want the embarrassment of telling her that I couldn’t afford pay-per-view.

Nappy News!

It’s corny I know!
The best I can come up with at almost midnight!

This is Thomas Harrison, the latest addition to the family. Born at 21:54 on 28th May to my wife’s niece Emma and her husband Keith. Congratulations to them both.
When my first son was born I was handed one of these desk calendar pages by my colleague at work which displayed the date for his birth. We still have this page and the saying for that day was so apt for the occasion, and summed up how my wife and I felt at that time. It read:-

‘A baby is God’s opinion that the world should go on’

I have never forgotten those words.

Trainers up for grabs!

I have to show this!
My wife and I went shopping one Friday morning and found these hanging above the shopping precinct car park. In the dark recess of my mind I seem to recall seeing this type of thing elsewhere, possibly on telephone lines out in the country somewhere. However, the following Friday they were still there. Could the reason be:-
a) A calling card of some sort, of an out of town gang.
b) A dissatisfied (but rich and stupid) customer.
c) A drunken prank gone wrong.
d) A modern approach to the use of the bolas.
e) A failed attempt to a modern approach to the use of a bolas.

I wonder if they will be there this Friday. Why the hell do I care I’ve got my own trainers!

Introductions

As this is my very first posting I thought some introductions are in order.
My name is Gwyn Hughes and I live in Rhos-on-sea which is located on the North Wales coast. I have a wife and 2 children and have been married since 1990. Having worked in many jobs (dead end ones at that) I am currently unemployed due to illness, but when this unfortunate period in my life is over I will be back! I have worked in distant places such as Ipswich, Chelmsford and Chester, and really dark distant places such as Bootle, Merseyside!
I was inspired to start a blog from looking at my distant American cousins efforts, and thought it a good idea to post comment on my interests. Recently I have noticed some strange things and have managed to take photos of them. Ideal subjects for putting in a blog, I thought. However, you might not think they are strange, but what the hell, it’s my blog! As my main interests are in the arts’ I will be posting items concerning history, art, photography and TV and film.