I hope it does not happen to me but I saw it once.

This part duplicates something I posted elsewhere. Poor old Alan. He was a WW11 navigator and could come to the house and declare "there was I, upside down flying my kite in the middle of the night". He came to cricket (he could off spin bowl btw( with us once and attacked cars on Llanwrst Bridge. He once tried to rip lights from Manchester airport runway . He once went to Ullupol then phone mum about ending it all

I'm afraid I fell out badly with him when he made some horrific sexual remarks about mum...

Only 2 locals went to his funeral but he did leave his memorials. A rock garden that may still exist (I live in Norfolk not Wales now) would say to me in memory of Alan. Also he planted some daffodils..