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Wrexham’s only officially been a city for a few years and that’s a bit of a stretch. I still thought it was only a town as I’d forgotten it had acquired city status.
My Dad grew up near Wrexham and couldn’t wait to get out. He went to uni in Hull and met my Mum, who was up there from Southampton. My Dad had the good sense to go to Liverpool for nights out and saw the Beatles in the Cavern when he was a teen.
I used to go to Wrexham now and then (it’s a bloody long way from Hants) as a kid to see rellies and there wasn’t much doing then. The scenery in North Wales is lovely but I don’t think there’s much else going for it.
I’ve got to go back at some point to inter my Mum’s ashes next to my Dad’s in a local churchyard. I’ll be interested to see if it’s come on any since my last visit, which was to lay my Dad’s ashes to rest back in 2014.
As a place, there’s much more doing in Pompey, although I haven’t been there for a while either.
The trouble with Dignitas (and I know because I signed up recently) is that you need to be physically well enough to get your arse over to Switzerland. She became too unwell to travel so wasn’t able to put her membership dues to use.
I would be very surprised to find out she was a paedo but everyone already knew Savile was a wrongun long before he died.