I thought I’d seen it all by the age of 53.  Jacaranda trees in bloom in Harare, Cliff Richard in Cambridge in the summer of ’74,  the family naan in Balti Towers, two goals in injury time to win the League.  Even the Pubmeister in shorts. But apparently I’d never seen Aberdare. A town… Continue reading FLAMING DRAGON CURRY IN ABERDARE