THE BRUMMIES COME TO RHYL
by Ivan Bennett The kids of Rhyl in the 60's Liked nothing better than to go And stand on the Vale Road Bridge And watch the arrivals below. The bridge overlooks the station And the kids enjoyed looking for Day trippers and holiday makers Arriving on trains by the score. They hoped to be helpful to those that were staying And they sometimes made a few bob By carting tourists luggage off to their digs Although sometimes they tired of the job. It was then that they'd seek some amusement And a laugh could be had - as they knew - By following day trippers from th' excursions That come in via Chester and Crewe. One particular day an excursion, From Birmingham, arrived and it bore A family who'd boarded at New Street Dad, mum, daughter and son - that makes four. Pa was the first to step off the train He was dressed in his new Sunday best On his feet he wore brand new sandals And for the beach he had on a clean vest. Mother was next on the platform Best frock and new shoes on her feet Carrying two large shopping bags Full of sandwiches and flasks for a treat. The daughter was quite a skinny affair She read a magazine and chewed gum She looked as if she didn't want to be there In fact she wished she was back home in Brum. Next was young Billy as stout as can be Who got stuck in the door of the train The inner-tube he wore round his middle didn't help And he cried to his mother in pain. Soon up Bodfor Street the four of them trot Followed at a discreet yard or two By the local kids out for a laugh But our Brummies they hadn't a clue. Well first of all dad sneaked off to the pub And Mother had the kids in tow Billy was screaming he wanted some rock Mother decided for a cream tea they'd go. So after the caf' (and the 'swift pint') The Promenade beckoned them hither The slot machines took all of Pa's change And Pa's enthusiasm started to wither. Now time to buy, at the shop on the Prom, The rock, for which the seaside is made, A sugar dummy and false teeth for Billy, As well as a bucket and spade. On they went to the Esplanade Hiring a bike from the man in the white coat With a satchel slung over one shoulder In which he carried his 'float'. Riding the bike that had the least rust Round the gravel track Billy did dash Skidding and sliding before falling off Leaving Billy with severe gravel-rash. Down to the beach the family went Ma spread out a cloth on the sands But she struggled handing out butties Because of the sand on her hands. Dad knotted a hanky to plonk on his head The daughter switched on her new 'tranny' Mother just cursed and cursed at the sand Which was in all of her nooks and - er - cranny Billy by now had decided He wanted to go off for a paddle So he pulled his inner-tube over his tum And off to the sea he did waddle. He sat in the sea and started To float out into Liverpool Bay First one then two then three hundred yards Which really is quite a long way. The Coastguard saw what was happening And the Lifeboat Station he rang The Coxswain let off a couple of rockets Which went off with a bloody big bang!!! Mother said to Pa: 'Where's our Billy? Where did he say he was going to play? They're launching the Lifeboat and not only that He's missing the fireworks display!' Meanwhile Billy, looking back to the shore Started crying and his eyes they did brim Not because he was drifting out to sea But 'cos the fireworks had started bout him! Those Rhyl kids from the 1960's Still laugh today at Billy's mishap And how, once ashore, his mother hugged him Before giving his bum a good slap!
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