Tipp-Ex was the white correcting fluid used by anyone with a manual typewriter – office typists, letter writers, journalists, authors and newspaper columnists.
It came in a small bottle and when you unscrewed the top, it revealed a tiny brush which applied the white liquid to the word you’d mis-spelt on the typing paper.
Once the liquid dried, you’d retype the word correctly over it. Much more laborious than pressing ‘Delete’ on a PC.
I was reminded of Tipp-Ex while in conversation with a writer friend.
Hours after submitting an article to a magazine he’s a regular contributor to, he noticed a silly typographical error he’d missed, despite having re-read the piece several times before pressing ‘Send’.
So he e-mailed the magazine editor, pointed out the mistake and jokingly asked if he’d kindly ‘Tipp-Ex it out and re-type it’ for him.
What larks!
The editor, having a similar sense of humour to my writer friend, wrote back “I’m out of Tipp-Ex, but if you send me a bottle, I’ll correct the error for you!”
This prompted my friend to respond, “Where’s the cheapest place to buy it? Safeway? Kwik Save or Dixons*?”
*For younger readers – three once popular shops, long defunct.
Came the tongue-in-cheek reply . . . “Try Rumbelows!”
I hadn’t thought about Rumbelows, the electronics retailer that once had branches in most towns and cities for, ooh, 30 years.
Which is approximately how long they’ve been gone.
This got me wondering about all the other shops we’ve lost from our town and city centres over the decades.
While it’s unbelievable that Swansea and Newport lost their city centre branches of Marks & Spencer this year, here’s just a few shop names that completely vanished from our high streets . . .
Borders Books
Blockbusters
British Home Stores,
C & A
Ciro Citterio
David Greigs
Debenhams,
Littlewoods
MacFisheries
MVC
Our Price
Richards
Salisbury’s
Wilko
Woolworths (How I miss their Pick’n’Mix!)
They, with many other ‘lost’ shops, made it worthwhile spending time and money in our high streets.
To tempt shoppers back, they’ll need to offer a lot more than vape shop, a dozen barbers and a ‘Cash For Gold’ emporium.

Well, here we are, September already. How did that happen?
One minute we were enjoying long evenings, eating ice cream as though it were a basic human right, and pretending the barbecue was going to be used “all summer”.
Now the mornings are darker, the evenings are drawing in and somewhere nearby a school bag is being packed with the enthusiasm of a cat being taken to the vet.
And, if I’m honest, I’m feeling a little bit “meh” myself this week.
You know those days when your usual positivity has packed a suitcase, boarded a train and sent you a postcard saying, Wish you were here? Yep. One of those.
But I’m beginning to think that’s okay.
We’re not designed to bounce around like a human Tigger every minute of every day.
Sometimes we’re cheerful, sometimes we’re tired, sometimes we’re somewhere in between,  probably standing in the kitchen wondering why we walked in there in the first place.
So, rather than beating myself up about it, I’m trying to appreciate the small things.
A morning cup of tea. A bit of sunshine through the window. The sound of someone laughing. A friendly chat. Fresh air filling your lungs.
And, honestly, air deserves more recognition. It’s free, it’s everywhere and it keeps us alive. Nature really did pull off a bargain there.
September is also a good time to press the reset button. Put the phone down occasionally. Step away from the endless news and social media. Go for a walk. Have a cuppa with someone you love. Share a laugh. Have a proper cwtsh (and yes, editor, I’m keeping the Welsh spelling of cwtsh!).
Self-care doesn’t have to be fancy. Sometimes it’s simply giving yourself permission to have an off day without feeling guilty about it.
So, as summer slips quietly away, let’s be kind to ourselves. Take life one day at a time, find joy in the little things and remember: even the greyest Welsh sky eventually gives way to a patch of blue.
And if that doesn’t work?
There’s always chocolate.
Frankly, I’m beginning to think September was invented specifically to justify eating more of it.

How many new books are published every year as hardbacks, paperbacks and audio books? Add those you read on electronic devices and they must run into several thousand.
Pop into a book shop and (apart from the heavily promoted works of television personalities like the prolific Richard Osman*) the vast array of books on display can be daunting to many.
Less so if you’re an avid reader who knows Edna O’Brien from Maggie O’Farrell and Iain Banks from Ian Rankin.
*Everybody who’s presented a TV show in the last decade has a best-selling thriller to their name. Whether they actually wrote it, is another matter . . .
With so many books published every year, I find it weirdly frustrating that so few are adapted for the cinema. Film studios seemingly prefer to re-make/re-imagine old films.
The latest to be re-made/re-imagined is “Westworld”, the 1973 science-fiction adventure set in a luxury resort where wealthy tourists ‘visit’ past eras (like Medieval World) and interact with human-looking robots in appropriate costumes.
The main action takes place in ‘The Old West’ where tourists can challenge a taciturn, scary gunslinger to a gunfight and win every time! The gunslinging robot who eventually runs amok and shoots a customer (a possible scenario the resort’s guide book fails to mention) is played by Yul Brynner wearing an all-black outfit similar to the one he wore in “The Magnificent Seven” 13 years earlier.
I realise movie special FX have moved on since 1973, but why remake what’s already been re-made in different forms?
In the 1976 sequel, “Future World”, Yul’s gunslinger returned in a dream sequence.
1980 saw a short-lived TV series “Beyond Westworld” and in 2016 the first episode of the big budget TV series “Westworld”, starring Sir Anthony Hopkins premiered, followed by a further 35 episodes across four series.
The writer/director of the original “Westworld” was Michael Crichton who developed the ‘Things running amok in a theme park’ idea into the novel “Jurassic Park”. The 1993 film adaptation has had a number of sequels and another one is due in 2028.
Cash cows need regular milking!

There are two types of people in the world. Those who read reviews before buying something, and those who apparently enjoy living dangerously.
For the rest of us, reviews have become the modern-day oracle. Before booking a restaurant, buying a toaster or choosing a dog groomer, we scroll through the opinions of complete strangers as if they were delivering the wisdom of the ages.
But here’s a thought: what if we became the reviewers?
Local businesses are working incredibly hard right now, often with tight margins, long hours and enough paperwork to make a filing cabinet nervous. A little recognition can mean far more than people realise.
Had a brilliant meal? Say so.
Received friendly service? Tell the world.
Found a local business that went the extra mile? Give them a virtual high-five, preferably without actually frightening the staff.
A positive review on Google, TripAdvisor or social media takes only a minute or two, but those few words can help a small business attract new customers, boost confidence and remind exhausted owners that somebody noticed the effort.
We’re all pretty good at complaining. Burnt toast? Outrage. Queue five minutes too long? National emergency. Someone parks slightly wonky? Call Parliament.
Perhaps it’s time to balance things out.
This week, why not leave a glowing review for a local business you genuinely enjoyed? Your words might brighten someone’s day, encourage a hardworking team and help keep a much-loved business busy.
Because behind every small business is a big human effort.
And sometimes, the most powerful way to support your community doesn’t cost a penny.
Just a few kind words, and perhaps five stars!

When L.P. Hartley* wrote ‘The Go-Between’ in 1953 he included a line that’s now as famous as the novel and the 1971 film.
He wrote “The past is another country. They do things differently there”.
Well, my friends, what he described as another country in 1953, has expanded into more of a lost continent in the ensuing 73 years.
Post-war baby boomers who’ve grown up through all the technical and medical breakthroughs and social changes, were introduced to them gradually as they happened.
But I often wonder how someone who was, shall we say, in later maturity in the early 1950s, would react to how (and where) we live, eat, socialise and communicate in 2026.
To quote a phrase first coined in the 1960s, I think it might ‘blow their mind’.
I’m not going to get on my high horse about the ‘Decline of civilization since the invention of the air fryer’ or ‘The effects of global warming on Alan Titchmarsh’s hardy perennials’ in the last couple of decades, because that’s not my style.
And, frankly, it would take far too much of my time to research. I love all my readers, but a line has to be drawn somewhere!
Instead, I’ll illustrate how times have changed by recalling some things people once said in (fairly) recent history that you never hear today.
Like . . .
“Bradley who?”
“Will you take a cheque?”
“Arrange a mortgage for you? That won’t be a problem”
“I’m off out to post my football pools coupon!”
“I do wish there were more quizzes on daytime TV!”
“I must get a pair of legwarmers like yours!”
“Sorry, love. I couldn’t let you know I was running late. The phone box on the corner was out of order!”
“I don’t know which bank to open an account with. There’s so many in town!”
And…
“My favourite ITV show and my favourite BBC show are both on at the same time tonight. I don’t know which one to watch!”
*Not to be confused with J.P. Hartley, author of “Fly Fishing” according to a TV ad for Yellow Pages.
Remember them!

A recent visit to Devil’s Bridge reminded me that some of Wales’s most beautiful attractions come with a small catch: they expect you to earn the view.
Tucked into the wooded landscape near Aberystwyth, Devil’s Bridge is a place combining folklore, spectacular scenery and enough steps to make you question your life choices.
I arrived ready for a gentle stroll. The staircase had other ideas. It did occur to me that the gorge would also make an ideal spot for scattering the mother-in-law’s ashes, especially if she was the sort who always wanted the last word. At least the wind would finally get a chance to answer back.
The circular waterfalls walk begins near the famous Three Bridges, dramatically stacked above the rushing River Rheidol.
It is also where you can hear the legend behind the Devil’s Bridge itself.
From there, the trail winds down into the gorge, with trees, rocky outcrops and glimpses of the river providing excuses to stop and admire the view, or catch your breath.
Further into the walk comes Mynach Waterfalls, where the water tumbles through the gorge in dramatic fashion. Then there is Jacob’s Ladder: around 100 steps of continuous staircase, which feels considerably longer when your legs have already begun negotiating for better working conditions.
The route has 675 steps in total, so sensible footwear and water are not optional extras.
Near the bottom, Robber’s Cave and the waterfalls offer rewards, although the return journey means climbing back up again. Every downward step is a promise you will eventually have to repay.
Back at the top, the viewing area offers a chance to admire the Three Bridges and surrounding Cambrian Mountains without moving a muscle. There is also the shorter Punchbowl walk for anyone who prefers scenery without quite so much stair-related drama.
My recent visit left me tired, slightly wobbly and very happy. Devil’s Bridge may test your legs, but the waterfalls, woodland and unforgettable views make the effort worthwhile. Just remember: nature provides the scenery; Jacob provides the stairs.

THERE are words and expressions in general use today that are actually euphemisms for their true meaning.
Take politicians, for example. Once upon a time they resigned. Now they ‘step down’.
They explain what they intend doing about important issues ‘going forward’ rather than ‘in the future’ . . . usually after admitting ‘lessons must be learned’.
And they now admit ‘I mis-spoke’ instead of ‘I told a huge whopper.”
I was reminded of this ‘free and easy’ use of words when reading a newspaper headline that would have you believe something so important had happened that huge numbers of readers had been waiting to hear (with bated breath) before they could carry on with their lives.
It’s probably advisable that I don’t mention the real name of the person in the headline, so let’s call him Abernethy Farquhar.
In fact, as I had never heard of the chap, he might as well have been lumbered with that moniker.*
The headline proclaimed “Abernethy Farquhar has returned to social media after a break of two months!”
Phew! You could hear the sighs of relief all around the country!
I read the article (so you don’t have to) and it turns out that our friend Abernethy had temporarily withdrawn from twitting or tweeting his every single thought, idea and opinion, just after he’d broken up with his partner.
For those tear-stained eight weeks, we must assume he hid himself away from the world, brooding, watching daytime TV with the blinds down, while eating cereal straight out of the box.
Now, having somehow got over his heartache, rejuvenated by a combination of cornflakes and bran, he’d re-discovered his mojo. He could resume telling the world what he’d had for tea and what colour socks he’d wear tomorrow. Order was restored!
As Cilla might have said, “Worra lorra tosh!”
Look, I use social media, but frankly, if I backed away from it for a while, who cares? And I certainly lack the self-importance needed to make a grand announcement that I’d ‘returned to social media’.
The older I get, the less I understand people!
*Younger readers, ask your grandparents.

Opinions are a wonderful thing. Everyone has one, which is democracy at its finest, although occasionally it feels as if the nation has been handed a microphone and told, “Off you go, Dave.”
In Britain, we’re rather fond of free speech. We’ll defend your right to say what you like, then quietly judge you for saying it over a cup of tea.
The trouble is, social media has turned us all into broadcasters.
Once upon a time, if you had a daft opinion, you had to find someone willing to listen. Now you can post it online at 2am and within minutes it’s being shared by 14,000 strangers, three Bots and your auntie Brenda.
I’m all for healthy debate. But somewhere along the way, discussion became ALL CAPS shouting, angry emojis and people threatening to leave the country because someone put milk in the tea before the water.
And our politicians aren’t exactly setting the example.
Imagine if they occasionally listened to each other, admitted they might be wrong and had a laugh. Frankly, the country would be so shocked we’d probably need to lie down.
As a comedian, I’m often asked what happens to jokes that aren’t funny.
They become politicians.
I couldn’t resist.
But beneath the jokes is a serious point.
Opinions are useful. Uninformed certainty is not.
Education, curiosity and the ability to say, “Actually, I hadn’t thought of that,” might do more for public debate than another 47 angry Facebook posts.
There are always two sides to an argument. Although, judging by some online comments, there are people still determined to argue from the edge of the flat Earth.
So before hitting “send”, perhaps pause for a moment.
Ask yourself: Am I adding something to the conversation, or just making the internet louder?
And if the answer is “louder”, put the phone down.
Go and make a cup of tea.
It’s what Britain does best.

Considering the thousands of performers who’ve appeared on TV talent shows through the decades, few managed to sustain a long showbusiness career.
I can’t recall from Hughie Green’s ‘Opportunity Knocks!’, its reboot ‘Bob Says Opportunity Knocks!’ (hosted by Bob Monkhouse) and ‘New Faces’any  more than a dozen contestants who became enduring stars.
Nevertheless, TV talent shows are very popular and require months of pre-production and auditions, during which the unpleasant nature of ‘interested’ parties can reveal itself.
I was given an insight into how obnoxious parents can be when pushing to get their offspring an audition by a friend who worked on a TV talent show that ran for several years.
Following the first series success, when Series 2 was advertised, the production office was inundated with letters, CDs and tapes from applicants.
One day my friend received a phone call in the office from a man he’d known slightly 20 years previously and hadn’t seen since.
As the ads for Series 2 clearly stipulated, ‘No ‘phone calls please!’, my friend was understandably irritated and his gut instinct that the caller was ‘up to something’ was justified when the man misguidedly addressed him like an old, close friend.
When the caller asked if he’d received a tape from his son, “Who’s a brilliant singer”, he was told it was probably among the hundreds of tapes the production team would eventually listen to.
This was not what the caller – someone with zero experience in TV production – wanted to hear. He abruptly said in what he thought was an intimidating tone “Don’t p*** down my back and tell me it’s raining!”
A Western fan, my friend immediately recognised the line from Clint Eastwood’s “The Outlaw Josey Wales” and that the caller wasn’t bright enough to realise he’d know this.
That the lad didn’t get an audition wasn’t due to his dad’s belligerence.
When the production team heard his tape, they realised something else the caller didn’t grasp was the meaning of the word ‘brilliant’.
Next time you watch “X Factor” think of the nonsense that the enormous production team has to put up with!

In a move that has left holidaymakers scratching their heads, ministers have unveiled plans to allow local leaders, like the Mayor of Greater Manchester, to introduce an “overnight visitor levy.”
Yes, you heard that right. If you thought your holiday budget was already tighter than a pair of skinny jeans after Christmas, get ready for a £100 hike in those pesky booking fees!
Greater Manchester is gearing up to tackle the tourist influx with a plan that’s as popular as a raincloud during a summer barbecue.
Gareth Isaac, a businessman from Llanelli, suggests it might be cheaper to jet off to a sunny beach abroad.
Of course, the real question emerges: will this levy make Britons consider holidaying at home, or simply inspire them to hop on a plane to somewhere with even more sunshine?
With travel costs rising faster than inflation, it seems the only thing that might keep people in the UK is a free pint, or at least a discount on the next round.
So, pack your bags, folks!
Just make sure to budget a little extra for that overnight visitor levy, because who doesn’t want to pay more to enjoy the joy of our beloved, occasional, rain showers?
Cheers to that!