The last thing I’d want to do is sentimentalise my association with Wales. I wasn’t brought up here or even visited it much during my childhood.
I was raised in a west London suburb and educated at what could be described as a progressive Anglocentric school. Yet Wales was always there at the back of everything.
My dad was from Pembrokeshire and went to Fishguard Grammar School, where one of the teachers was DJ Williams, a member of the Welsh nationalist trio that included the much more famous Saunders Lewis who were jailed for their symbolic arson attack on an RAF site in north Wales.
