St Illtyd's, the secondary school where I was corralled for seven years up to 1979 is one of those singled out for the chop. It is also the place where all my brothers and uncles and most of my male cousins served their time under the stewardship of the de la Salle brothers.
I can't honestly say that I have any overwhelming nostagia for the establishment, but it is still a bittersweet development.
Something that amazed me at the time was that we had a stirring school song. Do many places?
So - for old time's sake - once more with feeling:
To green fields set with golden flowers
In ancient days St. Illtyd came
And there he set his college towers
Where scholars flocked drawn by his fame.
Green and gold, green and gold
Strong be our hearts and bold
To keep unsullied our great name
Adding to ancient glory modern fame
And ever honoured hold
The green and gold.
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