By rights I should refuse to tell you about the Crafty Fox in Old Colwyn. They MADE Duncan and I stand like this.
Incidentally, if you were wondering if all those thousands I’ve spent on IT skills have been worth it, look at how I make myself disappear;
You can never have enough Duncan.
And Duncan couldn’t get enough Crafty craft on the Colwyn coast
The Fox had a nice fox,
blokes and beers.
The owner and the bloke at the bar were really chatty. Duncan talked beers with the guvnor while I compared notes on the “lively” boozers along Abergele Road. The sip I had of Weetwood was spot on; I expect Duncan’s memory is more cloudy.
I hadn’t noticed the second room on the right; more cosy and homely with two lads tossing a coin to see who had first go playing “Wonderwall“.
“Have you seen the ladies loo ?” said the chap at the bar.
Why would I have ? But I did. If ladies can see the urinals in the Phil I can visit the weird sofa in the ladies here.
Guitars for the lasses, noughts and crosses and ale tips for the lads.
Lovely pub, but not for the shy. How will BRAPA cope ?