I was passing Swansea Jail last week, and I noticed that the pub alongside it – the one that stands ‘just off the Mumbles Road, at the end of Argyle Street’, as Harri Webb described it, was due to re-open last Friday evening. It’s no longer to be called the Glamorgan Arms; it’s been re-named as ‘The Lock-Up’, presumably due to its proximity to Cox’s Farm.
I don’t actually know whether Harri’s Uncle Will really did keep the pub; I never got round to asking him. It may just be a bit of poetic licence to fit the rhythm of the poem. But Harri’s roots in Swansea were strong, and he often drew on his roots in his work, so it’s perfectly possible that it was indeed his Uncle Will.
The poem was set to music and sung by the Hennesseys on the Green Desert LP – essential listening for all young nationalists in the late 1960s / early 1970s.
I also noted that the building has been repainted – it’s now a bright shocking pink colour. Somehow, I don’t think Harri would have entirely approved.