On the 30th June 1969 they held a street party in Heol-y-Gelynen for the investiture of the ‘Prince of Wales’. Regardless of my now vehemently negative opinion of the royal family, at the time I was a little less bothered and more than happy to wave the little paper flags and tuck into the best spread I’d ever seen.

The street I grew up on, a small cul-de-sac on a large council estate, was pretty much free of traffic. The houses were just over…




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