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Does anyone know just what is releasing bubbles in the lower reaches of the Tawe? If it is giant Octopus or Squid is the ink any good for bubble jet cartridges?

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MESSAGE> To those people who release Heather on the side of Kilvey Hill. Please take her home afterwards she's had the kindness to go out with you it's the least you could do! Please let's hear of other things people release and where?

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Help I've got a middleaged Harpo lookalike Headmaster after me with a 1960's heave stick.

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In response to the Key Swansea People survey here is a bit about a star of the mid 60's who like me attended the infamous Oystermouth Secondary School. Fluff, was a Harpo Marx look alike but this one could talk and as far as I know had no motor horn! As well as being an expert "Air" camera man who would film yard scraps with an imagined 1920's crank camera he rewrote the words to the "Torchy the Battery Boy" song in honour of another eccentric pupil, he could also stand up, in front of a crowded bus and make "special annoucements"like the one about the death of Mr Huw Gatesgil who had infact died a month or so before to a startled captive audience. However his "piece de resistance"? was........ "The Heave Stick" On walking to school in the morning from the West Cross area he would search the pavements for fresh dog turds which he could "use" on the way home that afternoon, white ones were a rare treat(You dont see many white ones anymore),any way on the way home he would find a stick that was just long enough and skewer preselected doggy doos and walk near the gang of boys on their way home he would wait for a moment when we had all forgotten the dangerous load he was carrying he would pick off a victim who had foolishly stayed away from the pack, the heave stick with the turd on the end rather like a cocktail stick was thrust inches from the poor souls face and waved under his nose (no escape possible back to a wall) this would bring the poor victim to tears and the onlookers to nearly wet themselfs with laughter but on hearing the merriment behind Fluff would turn around on his heal and sometimes launch his exso-shit missile at the laughing mob. Oh we really lived in the sixties . And what became of Fluff ? He went on to become Headmaster of one of Swansea's prominent schools. So if you want to get on in life first find your heave stick.

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Was just digging up the planter in front of my house. Found a bunch of cockles in there that my father gathered in 1950. Websearched cockles,ended up here much to my surprise. I must visit Swansea with my cockles someday. I'd be popular amongst the swanseans!

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Top web site matey. I love Swansea, where else but Penlan can you get called a twat by 5 year olds twice in one day!

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Jamie Where were you last night? I waited down by the Fenrod Lake with the vaseline but you didn't show. I felt suicidal and jumped in by 10'o'clock but it was only 3 foot deep and a bullrush caused some embarrasment. Anyway. I've still got your black pudding. But those Cadburys Mini-Rolls have melted. Give me a ring soon. Love Julian Le Strange P S Don't forget the cuttlefish fins and the coloured pencils.

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who is that sex god ned flanders/howell thomas featured in the other key people section? i want to date him, go for a drink with him in the coracle and then roast him in tesco car park. he is sooooooo sexy!