Welsh UFO Sightings 1929

Welsh UFO sightings from 1929. For sightings from other years please click HERE.

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Welsh UFO Sightings 1927

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Welsh UFO Sightings 1926

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Welsh UFO Sightings 1925

Welsh UFO sightings from 1925. For sightings from other years please click HERE.

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This Week - 25/10/2020

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Monday and Tuesday were taken up with virtual meetings and the end of quarantine. On Wednesday I moved back home and spent the next few days alternating between sleeping, more meetings, and surfing social media.

The covid cough has pretty much gone now but I still feel really drained - alongside the usual post illness feeling of 'I want to reorganise the entire house and rearrange my life', right up to the moment I have to actually do it. So, yeah, instead I've spent way too much time on Twitter getting angry over politics.

Ben Bradley, Philip Davies, Selaine Saxby... How are these people in decision making positions??

In some ways I can sympathise with the regular Tory MPs who voted against FSM. In normal times they would expect public support for voting it down, their arguments about individual responsibility and dependency striking all the right chords. I wouldn't agree with them, sure, but many would. That's democracy. But this isn't normal times. So many more people are going to lose their jobs this winter. 

Thousands more are likely to lose their lives. (I found out yesterday that someone who caught covid in our outbreak cluster of c. 20 has now died of it.)

And they've chosen the relatively tiny matter of FSM over Christmas to be the step too far. When public money has been thrown away in its billions on PPE companies that could never deliver, consultants for projects that were never going anywhere, and all manner of spurious expenses for things everyone else in the country is expected to fund out of their own pay packet.

Because they don't want kids to starve, obviously. They just don't want to pick up the tab for feeding them. They wanted overstretched local authorities to find the money from, well, they didn't care where and then claim it as their own victory when programmes were rolled out around the country. 

That is happening. Every single part of it. But the damage to them reputationally may prove not to be worth it. It really does feel like this is going to be Johnson's 'milk snatcher' moment. Will it have any real impact? It's doubtful. It did nothing to put the breaks on Margaret Thatcher's career. But, then again, does anybody believe Margaret Thatcher would have waffled and wavered and incompetently blundered through this pandemic?

The lady was many things but she certainly wasn't lazy or stupid.

We might be in opposite worlds politically but I have always admired Thatcher's commitment and competency. When she set her mind to something, she got it done. One of my dirtiest secrets is that I went out and bought a glossy retrospective of her premiership - and I still have it. Then you look at Johnson. Maybe it would be okay if he had a front bench that made up for his failings. The truth is that they're almost universally terrible. 

Over the last few months I have been seriously re-evaluating my stance on Welsh independence. I always felt like it would be economic suicide. But we're doing that with Brexit already. I thought the Senedd couldn't compete with the national political talent. But now I just look sadly at Johnson. I used to feel British. Now I... don't. If Britishness is denying facts, actively seeking isolationism, overlooking rank incompetence. Well. I don't want a part of it. 

I remember watching those awful ads about how the police would come for fraudulent benefit claimants when I was a kid and feeling ashamed that my parents needed welfare. I remember getting into politics with the fiery passion of youth, hoping no other kid would ever be made to feel that about parents who were just trying to do their absolute best for them.

Now I just feel old and knackered and like things aren't even going to stagnate. They just keep getting worse with every new policy announcement. I don't know what the answer is. But at least I feel slightly better for having typed it all up...

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Deal of the Week -

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Song of the Week -

We Need To Talk - Waterparks

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Pride and Prejudice

This week has definitely been a low in British politics. In response to some spurious anti-welfare claim or other, I saw a tweet by Jack Monroe linking to this amazing blog post: You Don't Batch Cook When You're Suicidal. 

It made me think about the worst times in my own life, financially. Unsurprisingly they corresponded with some of the worst in terms of depression too. I'm not going to claim that my story can rival Jack's. I was in a much better position, and I had a lot more support. It was still tough.

Really bloody tough.

And if I was in that much difficulty while in work and with loving family able to help out, just imagine how much worse it is for people who do not have those safety nets.

Anyway, this keeps rolling around in my head so here it is...

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December 2014. Anthony and I had recently moved in together and were looking forward to the arrival of our first child. He was working in British Gas' Cardiff call center on c. £16,000 pa, I was a backbench councillor for Torfaen County Council on c. £13,000. I had just gone on statutory maternity leave - £87.55 a week in 2014/15 - and we knew things would be a bit tight but, so long as we budgeted, we'd be fine. 

February 2015. Marianna was born by emergency cesarean 12 days overdue on January 1st; I nearly bled to death. (Obligatory shout out to the amazing surgeons at the Royal Gwent! We would not be here without you. ♥) She then spent 19 days on NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) before being allowed home. Halfway through Anthony lost his job. Suddenly that £87.55 was going to have to pay all our bills and feed three of us until the welfare state could kick in and help.

Except calculations used my regular wage, not maternity pay, and as Anthony had been self-employed before the stint at British Gas he didn't have enough NI contributions for full JSA. That month I sold my beloved collection of hundreds of books and CDs for 12p a pop to Ziffit so I could pay the gas bill on time. I obviously had to get back to work, and quickly, which I did at the end of February.

With me back on full pay, plus child benefit and income based JSA, we were now getting about £1,400 a month. It was still a struggle. I cancelled all my charity and magazine subscriptions. Anthony sold his own books and comics. We set a budget of £25 a week for food and I submitted cringeworthy tips to all the women's weeklies for the £20 on offer. The washing machine broke down, the oven packed in, and gravity dealt my laptop a death blow. Every month was a grind of not quite making ends meet.

Christmas 2015; we are so unbelievably lucky to have friends and family who could help. I just bought Marianna a single doll that year and told myself she wouldn't remember anyway.

Through it all the bank continued to charge me for being in my overdraft and missing payments, sometimes upwards of £70 a month, and we started to get behind with the gas and the water companies because the other utilities would cut us off quicker. When I was rang up the night before the council AGM 2016 and asked if I would be Deputy Mayor for the upcoming civic year I was torn - my head was a mess and I really didn't want the stress, but it came with an extra couple of grand.

There was only ever going to be one answer.

So on the one hand I got to chair full council and hobnob at civic functions while the Mayor was off for surgery on her knee. On the other I was too afraid to answer my front door because we had bailiffs charging us extra for every time they caught us at home. I was a fool with a conscience and turned down the 0.93% pay rise recommended by the IRP (Independent Remuneration Panel), and flogged all the nice vintage pre-pregnancy clothes I had hoped to get back into for pittance on ebay. 

At the 2017/18 AGM I was voted in as Mayor proper. It felt like if not all then at least most of our problems were over. The Mayor got an extra allowance of almost £6,000 and an honest to God chauffeur to civic functions! I was saving nearly £7 bus fare on most of my journeys to the civic centre. We didn't have to buy more than the bare essentials in food because everywhere we went had tea and biscuits and little cakes that while nutritionally dubious were always very tasty.

Mayor Making ceremony 2017 - those gold chains are worth over £200k...

On the downside we were (quite rightly) expected to spend a fortune in raffle tickets and I had to scrounge up some half decent stuff to wear for all the photographs. I remember going to one concert that we had been given free tickets to, to represent the borough, then at the door the lady in charge of taking the money said we could surely afford to pay our way, couldn't we? I handed over our last £20 and tried not to cry during the performance for worrying about how I was going to get the bus to other work commitments later in the week.

The thing is I could have asked for help. My colleagues would have given me a lift. My mum would have given us a few quid. I just didn't want to admit I was a failure. I was too proud. So proud I stopped seeing friends rather than explain I didn't have any money to go out with them. So proud I lied to people rather than confess that things were dire. If you read my blog posts from the time you'd never know. If you met me at the time you probably wouldn't either.

Instead I sold more stuff and signed up for any and every free trial going. I scanned receipts, took surveys, and reviewed any old tat right here in the hope I might be able to sell it on afterwards. I couldn't sleep at night for worrying about money, and let my compulsive skin picking get out of control again until I had to go back to wearing plasters to hide the bleeding.

There was no time left over for getting my head together. Anthony was still out of work, in spite of his best efforts, and for the 2018/19 year I managed to get myself elected into a committee chairship for the c. £8,000 extra that came with it. It should have been more than enough to set us right. And eventually it did. But first I needed to pay off those utility arrears. Scrape my way out of constant bank charges. Buy some shoes that weren't falling apart. 

More than anything I felt like it was all my fault. If I had budgeted more carefully. If I was in a better paid job. If I wasn't such a useless liability. I had a degree from Cambridge and I was still panicking about how I was going to pay my Labour group subscriptions before I'd have to admit to people I couldn't. I tried to overdose on sertraline, I only succeeded in making myself violently sick. I went and stood on the rail bridge and wondered if I'd be aware enough in the last seconds to regret it.

I was lucky to have family who forced me to visit my GP. I got my prescription altered and another referral back to counselling. I managed to borrow £2,000 so I could get out of my overdraft before the Natwest began charging 39.49% interest on it. Some months it can still feel like I'm robbing Peter to pay Paul if there are unexpected outgoings, and I still get a sick feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach every time there's a knock at the front door. 

But I'm lucky. I have a job that puts us above the welfare threshold. I have family who can help me out if things get tight and there's still a week to go 'til payday. I know my daughter's going to have enough to eat this winter. 

Some parents don't have any of those luxuries and they need better answers than 'buy a bag of porridge oats' or 'stop supporting crack dens with food vouchers'. The UK is broken. I only hope it isn't too late to fix it.

Welsh UFO Sightings 1923

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Mini Mart: Ulicazelazna

Supplier: Ulicazelazna
Website: Etsy Store

Products:

1/6 scale beds, sofas and armchairs. Originally I had the red plastic Sindy sofa and armchairs but I wanted something a bit more sophisticated for the refit. These reminded me a lot of the IKEA Strandmon chairs we have in our real life living room, so I figured they'd be the perfect choice in miniature too. :)

They cost me 25 Euro each, which was about £23.25 when I placed the order.

Post and Packing:  12 Euro from Poland.

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Welsh UFO Sightings 1922

Welsh UFO sightings from 1922. For sightings from other years please click HERE.

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PRESS
7th March
Llangollen

Flying Officer Brian Holding set out in an Avro 504k from an aerodrome near Chester at 10:30 for a short flight. About 11:00 he was seen near Llangollen, heading back towards Chester - but he never arrived. Although a search for signs of Holding and / or his plane continued for weeks, under the assumption he had gone down over a populated area, no trace was ever found. (Official RAF records are much less mysterious; Holding set off from RAF Shotwick in Flintshire and was presumed to have crashed into the Irish Sea off the coast of Barmouth.)

Charles Fort quoted the Daily Chronicle of 30/03/1922 as stating, "It is incredible, but nothing has been heard of Holding."

The papers carried a little bit of background on Holding. The Banbury Guardian (23/03/1922) reported that he had left Mill Hill School at 15 to train as an officer in the Flying Corps. Since WWI he had been working as an instructor at Chester. Not sure if he was the same Brian Holding of the Officers' Mess, Uxbridge RAF Depot, who was fined £2 for getting a driver to break the speed limit for him to catch a train to Dover in 1920. (Uxbridge & W. Drayton Gazette, 05/03/1920) Presumption of his death was reported in August 1922 - Liverpool Echo, 03/08/1922.

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Saturday 9th September
Barmouth

John Morris, steersman of the local lifeboat and William James saw an object fall into the sea "with extraordinary slowness", so slowly that it was thought to be a plane. A boat was sent out but nothing was found. No aircraft was reported missing.

Source: www.nicap.org/magonia.htm citing Charles Fort.

I looked up the original news reports which were a little less mysterious. The Dundee Evening Telegraph (11/09/1922) reported that "Mr William Jones was on the coast at Barmouth when he observed that an aeroplane over the sea was in difficulties. He called the attention of Mr John Morris, coxswain of the Barmouth lifeboat, to the predicament of the machine, and Mr Morris, by means of his binoculars, saw the aeroplane nose-dive and disappear into the sea with the engine in motion. The incident happened about seven miles away, and in a northerly direction. The coxswain and others jumped into a motor boat immediately and raced to the spot. They cruised over the place for several hours, but could find no trace of the aeroplane or its occupants. It is feared that there has been loss of life."

The Westminster Gazette (11/09/1922) said their correspondent had interviewed John Morris who 'was positive of what he had seen'. In October the newspapers, eg. Westminster Gazette 10/10/1922, noted that Morris had just completed 50 years service with the Barmouth lifeboat. The Shields Daily News (11/09/1922) also reported on it:

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This Week 18/10/2020

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I had plans to get lots of blogging done over the local lockdown period. That... did not happen. Instead we all contracted coronavirus last week and I have spent my days coughing, sleeping, and generally feeling like something the cat dragged in. Thankfully we have all had the mild version so, though it hasn't been fun, we haven't needed any medical intervention beyond rest and over the counter meds.

Rhys fell ill first but literally within 48 hours we had all come down with it. I had Children and Young People Committee last week and I felt so bad I wanted to call in sick, even though it was just a virtual meeting. I did chair it in the end but I wished I hadn't; I was shaking and sweating and basically passed out for a few hours afterwards. A couple of people at Hannah's office had tested positive at this point, so I knew it was a real possibility, but I was leaning more towards regular flu because my breathing was fine.

So Rhys took a postal test as he needed the results for work - the rest of us can remote work with no difficulty and the test is bloody horrible - then it took over 85 hours to get a response. The waiting was maybe the worst part of it all, because I couldn't help but obsess over it on and on and on. He finally got the positive notification at 10pm on Tuesday and it was a huge relief to think we had it and were probably over the worst of it. 

On Wednesday I started catching up with work email and all the other stuff I'd missed while out of it. I still felt rough, but well enough to be bored and antsy. Then Wednesday evening it felt like something was sat on my chest and I started majorly freaking out. Rhys' friend who started showing symptoms the same time as him was admitted to hospital for breathing difficulties on Wednesday too, which inspired ever greater panic. Once I'd calmed down enough to get some sleep I felt loads better though.

I had a virtual licensing panel on Thursday which I chaired, albeit without much finesse! I was still feverish until Saturday, and coughed until I was sick a couple of times, but overall it was a continuous upward curve and, bar a headache and general malaise, today I don't feel too bad. I'm now on day 12 and will be able to get back out and about on Wednesday. 

It's council AGM on Tuesday which, luckily, is being held virtually. I'm stepping down as committee and full council chair, and have also asked to come off Bron Afon housing board. My health - physical and mental - wasn't great before this and I really want to just take some time with less responsibility and try and focus on getting better and being a good mum to Marianna. <3

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Deal of the Week -

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Song of the Week -

Lead You Home - Barbie

This is as good as it gets right now!

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Pass the Pigs Review

Pass the Pigs started life as 1977's Pig Mania!, itself an adaption of a dice game named Pig which had been around for decades. Eventually the publishing licence was sold to Milton Bradley and the game was rebranded as Pass the Pigs. Today the game is produced by Winning Moves and available in regular, big, giant, and party versions.

The concept behind it is pretty simple. You roll the pigs and, depending on how they land, score points. The more acrobatically they land, the more points you score. For instance, both pigs landing on the same side will net you 1 point, but if you manage to get two in the 'leaning jowler' position you'll bag yourself 60 points. The first player to reach 100 points is the winner.

Although I had heard of the game I had never actually played it, so I didn't waste any time when I was given the chance to review it on the blog. Marianna has been itching to play it ever since it arrived - over a week ago! - but all of the adults in the house managed to come down with coronavirus and she had to make her own entertainment in front of the television until we felt better again.

It's not been much fun but, thankfully, we've had it pretty mildly and are now nearing the end of quarantine. That made it time for Pass the Pigs!

We tried out Big Pigs first. The pigs are quite large, like a pet toy, and even make a loud squeaking noise when you squeeze them. I think the Big Pigs are best suited to summertime in the garden or parties as their size means you need more room to throw them. Marianna loved flinging them about the place though, especially when she eventually won the game.

After that we roped nanny in for a game of the classic version. The small pigs needed much less room, though Marianna's exuberance in throwing them meant rescuing them from under the sofa on more than one occasion! It was really good fun, all the same, and we got pretty invested in it - adults and children alike.

What I really liked about the game is how easy it is to play, making it absolutely perfect for young children. You don't need a board, so you don't have to supervise the moving of counters. You don't need to teach any special skill before you start, and there isn't any fiddly mechanism to set up. You just roll the pigs and off you go.

If it's all children playing you might want to simplify the scoring system to enable them to keep track, but for a grouping of adults and young children I am completely sold on Pass the Pigs. It's going to be our new go to game above even Snakes & Ladders and Buckaroo. 

Pass the Pigs is available from the Winning Moves website. The original version is £9.99, while Big Pigs and Party Pigs retail for £14.99 each. Signing up to the newsletter will bag you 10% off your first order too. Once you have the game you can join in the fun on social media using the hashtag #PassthePigs and share all your best moves.

Have you ever played Pass the Pigs? What did you think of it?

*We were sent the games to review, but thoughts and opinions are all our own!*

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Friday Five: Super Pops Songs

Marianna is 100% obsessed with Totally TV - both their Disney princess pastiches and their original series, The Super Pops. (As I type this she is rolling around on the floor taking part in a Super Pops yoga positions challenge...)

It's not as great as the musical group that defined my early childhood, obviously. (I mean, come on, how can anything compare to Rod, Jane and Freddy's Dick Turnip the Naughty Highwayman??? What the Rainbow team would have given for a green screen though - just check out that home made cardboard carriage in the link!) But that's not to say it isn't good fun.

Some of the songs are pretty good too. They take me back to being eight years old listening to B*Witched and Lolly on my cassette walkman over and over again. Here are five of my favourites...

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#5. Double Trouble

Mizeree and Dr WhoDoo have trapped the Super Pops at the circus. Shenanigans ensue. This is Marianna's favourite so I have lost track of how many times I've heard it.

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#4. Rain On Me

"When you change the way you look at things, you're changing what you see." <3

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#3. Friendship

When Bungler Psyphony's clone Hoppy turns good - and that's a sentence I never thought I'd type - she goes the full hog and joins the Rap Pops. To celebrate the girls sing an ode to friendship.

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#2. Follow Your Dreams

The Latin Pops only joined the Pop line-up this month but Marianna has already listened to this dozens of times at least. It is incredibly catchy!

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#1. The Man

"You got me sick and tired of you telling me to just be quiet...

This is a call for every woman, got to stick together and make a stand,

Anything is possible and we can do big things just like a man,

Everyone's got something to give, to make the world a better place to live,

One voice, one heart, together we stand: the woman, the boy, the girl, the man."

This one is super catchy and comes right on the back of Cosmic Pop explaining what misogyny is, why the guys don't have the right to just shout over them, and how they should all be on the same team. There's plenty of time for filling in the nuance, at five that's feminism 101 right there!

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Have you ever seen The Super Pops? Let me know in the comments! :)

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Top of the Pops #6 November 1975

Welsh UFO Sightings 1964

1964 sightings from across Wales. For sightings from other years please click HERE.

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PRESS
March, 01:30
'Council house on the steep hill just below Denbigh Castle, Clwyd'

The Daily Post included this in a 2016 list of north Wales sightings:

"In the spring of 1964, a woman walking her dog in the grounds of Denbigh Castle reported finding her pet cowering in a beam of light from the sky. When she tried to pick her dog up, her arm was burnt by the light and the animal's hair was singed too. Neither suffered long-term damage."

ETA, here's a report on this sighting Margaret Fry submitted to Engimas #39:

Doris Walker, then unmarried, and living with her widowed mother. She was up late studying her codes for her job with the DHSS Office in Rhyl. She had let her tough little terrier out on to the back patio when she heard him yelping in pain. At this, she looked through the kitchen window. 

She went out and saw a beam of light was encasing the dog, she picked him up and immediately felt a burning sensation on her arm. She fled indoors with him but did not have the courage to look out of the window again. The burn marks stayed on her arm for a while. The dog was also in pain and discomfort from burns to its skin.

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BUFORA
Summer, 01:00
Wentloog, Cardiff

A man was awoken by his wife while they were staying in a caravan in a field. His wife told him she heard a sound like a plane crashing. He got up and went outside into the field and saw an object approaching across the sky. It was a blue oval with an orange patch in the base. The man watched the object for 30 minutes then it accelerated away and upwards "like a shooting star." When he returned inside the time was 4 AM - three hours had in fact passed. The witness did not seem keen for further follow up.

Published in Summer 1992 edition of BUFORA's UFO Times:

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BUFORA
Autumn, 16:00
Burry Port

Silver cigar shaped UFO. 

Sighting submitted by R. Jones Pugh of BUFORA in 1977, V6/N1.

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PRESS
September
Wrexham

The Wrexham Leader of September 11th reported:

Mrs. Daisy Gittens looked through her bedroom window early on Sunday morning and saw - what? Mrs. Gittens, of 3 Zion Cottages, Southsea, certainly does not know what the strange flashing red object moving slowly across the sky was. 'It wasn't an aeroplane,' she said on Tuesday.

'It wasn't making any noise, and it was moving slowly. It was about 100 feet above the ground,' she added. Mrs. Gittens was in bed when she first spotted the object. The sound of a bus coming back from Blackpool woke her up at 2:30 a.m. 'I looked out of the window and saw it,' she said. She got out of bed and watched the object for about five minutes until it disappeared over a bank in the direction of Brymbo Steelworks. But a spokesman for Brymbo Steelworks said that they had no reports of anyone from the works seeing anything that night.

At 11:30 on Saturday night an ex-nurse and her husband saw a strange object in the sky at Salford, Lancs. They described it as 'rather like a conical sea buoy. All round it were lights that changed from red to green to white.' A strange object has also been sighted in the sky near Welshpool.

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FSR
November 14th
Neath

Flying Saucer Review V11/N1 (Jan-Feb 1965) reported that Mr. I. J. Morris of Grandison Hotel, Neath, Glamorgan, had written in as follows:

On the evening of November 14 a friend called my attention to a moving object in the sky, just above the cloud layer. The time was about 8 p.m. The object shone brightly and was on a course roughly north-east. We watched it for about two minutes before it disappeared behind thick cloud.

During this time it did not change course or direction. It could not have been an aircraft as the light was unflickering and very bright. Also there was no sound. It was not a shooting star as I have seen many. Also it in no way compared with the satellites I have seen. I myself do believe we have invaders from outer space though many of my friends are sceptical.

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PRESS
November
Cardiff

The Western Mail of November 26th reported:

Motorists left their cars in a Cardiff street last night to watch a mystery 'glowing red' object hurtle across the skyline. The object - like an 'enlarged dustbin' - was visible for three to four minutes and was moving from west to east. 

One man who saw it, Mr. John Griffiths, an engineer, of Birchgrove, calculated that it was under cloud level - about 500 feet. He said last night, 'I was driving along Heathwood road when I first saw the object. Lots of people stopped their cars and left them to look at it. I saw it for about four minutes and at the time it was moving quite slowly. It was glowing red and we could all see it quite clearly.'

Mr. Griffiths said he had telephoned Cardiff Airport to find out the cloud level. 'It was 500 feet and the object must have been under cloud level,' he said. 

Another Cardiff man, who telephoned the Western Mail to say he had spotted the object, said it was like a 'small moon'. 'It was an unusually large object travelling at tremendous pace,' he said. 'I first thought it was a balloon or a comet. I looked through a pair of binoculars and saw it was perfectly round with no tail.'

Cardiff Airport did not know what the object was, and a spokesman for R.A.F. St. Athan said, 'We have picked up no strange object on radar screen.'

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PRESS
December
Rhyl

The Liverpool Echo of December 15th carried a story about a missing plane that never was...

Following reports that an unidentified aircraft had crashed into the sea off Rhyl, the lifeboat was launched today, and the R.A.F. air sea rescue station at Valley was asked to send a helicopter to search. Mr. Fred Bushell, the district officer of the Coastguard Service said that a broadcast had also been made to ships in the area to keep watch.

A spokesman at Rhyl lifeboat house said this afternoon that an R.A.F. Beverley aircraft had crashed into the sea between the North and South buoys off Rhyl. The bar pilot Sir Thomas Brocklebank, is heading for the area to help in the search. 

The Stop Press section of the same edition reported:

PLANE CRASH SEARCH OFF

Search between Rhyl and Llanduno this afternoon for plane thought to have crashed into sea called off after Minister of Defence spokesman said no aircraft missing.

                 

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Top of the Pops #5 October 1975

Take That Dolls

Formed in 1989, Take That are an English boyband who had a string of top ten hits in the 1990s. They officially disbanded in 1996 - before returning to the charts in 2005. In 1995 Vivid Imaginations released a line of dolls based on the band.

★ Mark Owen - box front / box back.

★ Howard Donald - box front / box back.

★ Gary Barlow - box front / box back.

★ Robbie Williams - box front / box back.

★ Jason Orange - box front / box back.

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