Sunday, 31 October 2010


As I’m not American Halloween doesn’t mean a thing to me, while being an atheist means that the religious aspect of All Hallows Eve doesn’t ring my bell either, but on the other hand I’ve been thinking that now is as good a time to remember those with whom I drank with over the years and are now longer here. Back in Wales in the 1980s at the Royal in Colwyn Bay a few lagers were had with Pesmo, The Kid and Chris; professionally I lift a glass to John White and Michael Jackson; while on a family level my grandfather Owen Jones was a consummate man of the pub (though I think my father might call him something else), as was great-uncle Ior — he lived opposite the local pub in Glyn Ceiriog and one evening my exasperated great-aunt Kate crossed the road and plonked his dinner on his lap. Cheers to them all.


  1. Great post. I think that's why, out of all the holidays around this time, I really like the customs of the Mexican Dia de los Muertos, which was celebrated a lot in California as well. It's wonderful to remember those who we once knew and raise a glass to them. Cheers!

  2. Thanks for that, even though I’m not religious the day of the dead thing has always appealed, though I certainly don’t want to go the way of the Under The Volcano chap (who seemed to peg it on said day if I remember rightly)