Flashback

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The late Paul Davies: Welsh Not performance piece - Paul was the epicentre of AADW, Bethesda branch, getting us all involved and motivated from the late '70's until his untimely death in 1993...

And so here's a thing: Jane pointed out to me this evening that an old friend of ours from the '80's is the Production Designer on the TV series Death in Paradise (amongst quite a few other things): Eryl Ellis, who along with many of us from Bethesda, were members of the aforesaid Association of Artists and Designers in Wales (AADW - mentioned before in despatches, blogs passim) and based in the old Baptist Tabernacle Chapel on Pen Y Bryn.

Looking on Facebook, some of the pictures thrown up are truly scary, insofar as just how bloody young we all look, despite being in our late twenties and early thirties at the time. Tempus Fugit, don't it? Looking at the pictures, we had a hell of a laugh - most of it, I fear, I can't remember! 

Not being one to particularly dwell on past lives, I therefore won't: onwards!

Comments

  1. Joe Stoner4 January 2021 at 14:48

    Do you remember what he wrote on the blackboard mate?

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    1. sideways4 January 2021 at 15:27

      That performance was from before I knew Paul, but looking at the picture, it appears to be a short explanation of the Welsh Not.

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