I'M delighted to say there were some nice pieces of feedback received following last week's column, firstly, a phone call from Tony Lloyd in Letterston, who rang to say that the magnificent Bull Best certainly did play in that fantastic cup match, when the Robins met Cardiff, and that he, Tony, was among the thousands of thrilled spectators who turned out at the Marble Hall ground that day.

Cheers Tony.

Then I had these responses about ‘Paul, the hypnotist in the Empire’.

I bumped into one of my old neighbours, Victor Davies, who said he remembered the show, as did Jean Buckingham, who sent an email saying that she was there, in the cinema, but not one of those put under any spell.

Jean thought that the young hypnotist's name was Paul Goding.

This was immediately confirmed by a phone call from the daughter of the Empire's Mr Julian, who added that, not only was Paul presented with a watch on stage as a 21st birthday gift, he was also given a huge party that night, to celebrate reaching his ‘key of the door’ age.

Apparently, Paul went on to even greater things in psychotherapy, and was once seen on TV hypnotising the iconic Barbara Windsor.

I'm very grateful to all for their interesting feedback.

Now, as promised, although slightly tardy, here are a few ‘strange but true’ tales, from the memory and pen of the talented David Howlett.

Some of them are of a disturbing, and distressing nature, so please be warned.

"The October wind is howling outside, and the rain hammers down on darkened streets, the shops are full of pumpkins, and so naturally, Hallowe’en is uppermost in my mind. I thought you might be interested in these spooky experiences.

“SPOOKY SKIPPER STORIES…My grandfather was Alfred James Kersey, Skipper of early trawlers such as the Albion (1910), Arfon (1910), Uhdea (1910-11) and finally the James Lay (1925-7).

“Although a God-fearing Christian, and a one-time uniformed worker for The Mission to Deep Sea Fishermen, he often told true tales of his personal ghostly encounters in Milford.

“Whilst walking home from his trawler to his family, living at a house on the top of Cromwell Road, he was between the trees which once lined the road, near what is now the Meads school on one side, and the leisure centre on the other.

“It was late, and he saw out of the corner of his eye, a donkey, but what was strange was that it was a ghostly white. Suddenly, as quickly as it had appeared, it disappeared.

“On another occasion, at about the same spot, he had an even more frightening experience. Once again, as he walked home in the hours of darkness from a long fishing voyage, he was suddenly aware of someone walking alongside him.

“As he turned to speak to this man, he recognised him as a neighbour ‘J’, but, try as he could, this very pale looking neighbour did not respond, but looked straight ahead. And then, as suddenly as he appeared, he seemed to have turned off and walked into the trees on the side of the road.

“A bit perturbed, my grandfather got into bed and woke gran, and spoke about his strange meeting with neighbour ‘J’. Gran gave a gasp of surprise and said…’You couldn't have seen J, he hanged himself on those trees last week!’

“This next experience involving my grandfather was not related by him, for the reason you will soon understand, but did involve him as related by one of his crew.

“Skipper Kersey was walking to his ship early in the morning, and had reached The Friend's Meeting House in Priory Road, when a large black dog suddenly stood in front of him and howled. So upset was he by the appearance of the dog, and its blood-curdling howl, that, as soon as he got to the trawler, he told the ship's mate.

“A few hours later, Skipper Kersey suddenly dropped dead on board his trawler, the James Lay, at the very early age of 47. Was this the black dog often mentioned in Celtic folklore?

“As a tail-piece, can I finish with an incident involving his son, many years later.

“As a married man, Skipper Kersey's son, also called Alfred, was lying in bed with his own son, when he became aware of what looked like little dancing flames of light above the pelmet of the bedroom window.

“Now I believe, in some parts of Pembrokeshire, these are often referred to as 'corpse candles.' Well, Alfred went to sea, and after the trip, he returned only to be greeted with the sad news that his son had died quite suddenly."

My thanks to David for such a powerful contribution.

Tragic tales, indeed, and, without doubt, more than a tad thought-provoking, too.

Here are a few old pics to go with it.

Now for our teasers. The answer to last week's Biblical poser was that it was NOAH, not MOSES, who was the Arkman.

Those singing Halleluja were...Joyce Layton, Gerry Thomas, John Glover, Pat Farrar, Elinor Jones, Margaret Jones, Anne and Jets Llewellyn, Jean Buckingham, Les Haynes, Brian Phillips and Denis Payne.

Thanks to all who got in touch.

No TRM next week, so you've got time to resuscitate those brain cells ready for the next one.

I'm signing off with a word of thanks to the two young guys who dashed to help me up when I had a fall in H/west last week. Luckily, apart from cuts and bruises, and, like Elvis, feeling...’All shook up’...I didn't suffer any major damage.

I tried to explain that I was merely ‘testing’ the road for its fracking possibilities…but somehow, no-one believed it!

Anyway, that's enough about me, I'll see you next time.