So there I was, first thing Sunday morning, on a car park in Greater Bury, organising a Car Boot Sale, and collecting the payment off the pitches. Having a word with each of them, asking how it's gone etc, chatting with one who says she's going on holiday next week. Where to? I ask. South Wales is the reply. Which part of South Wales I ask. Oh, you wouldn't have heard of it, she says. Go on, try me I say. Clydach near Swansea, I have family there, she says. CLYDACH? CLYDACH?? ( I shout but not too loud) Of course I've heard of Clydach. I have a good pal who lives in Clydach (yes I know, Mikey, you're probably thinking pal is pushing it. Good pal is probably a downright lie..

). She told me the name of the road but I can't remember it. And I tried to explain the pub we went in but couldn't remember that either. I did tell her that not only do I know that Clydach, but there's another Clydach a few miles East. She was impressed with that. Or just humouring me!