South Wales Guardian Opinion
6:00am Wednesday 30th January 2013 in News
LEGENDARY sportswriter Frank Keating, who died last week, had more reason than most to acknowledge the reputation of the South Wales Guardian within its community.
Frank – a kind and self-deprecating soul – never tired of recounting the time the Manchester Guardian dispatched him to Cefneithin to cover the funeral of much-loved Llanelli and British Lions rugby coach Carwyn James in January 1983.
Arriving at the chapel late, Keating was greeted by a stern-faced usher who told him all seats had been taken.
When the crest-fallen reporter explained he had been sent by the Guardian, the man’s demeanour changed instantly. “In that case, you’d better come with me,” he replied.
A grateful Frank proceeded to follow his new-found ally down the aisle to a pew near the front where the usher instructed people to move over so they could admit one more.
“This man’s from the Ammanford Guardian,” he whispered.
READERS of a certain age will undoubtedly enjoy Terry Morgan’s reminiscences of being a Teddy Boy in Ammanford during the 50s.
Terry’s fascinating recollections, nevertheless, are from a teenage perspective – the memories of parents of that era would be far different.
Most, on seeing a group of Teds walking down the road, would probably have viewed them as creatures from some distant galaxy!