Yesterday, Stuart Cable was buried in Aberdare. There was singing at the beginning, and singing at the end.
Stuart was only forty. He was a hell of a talent, and more importantly he was one hell of a character. If there's an Upstairs, I hope the gigs are good there.
He'll be missed.
And all the friends lay down the flowers,
Sit on the bank and drink for hours,
Talk of the way they saw him last
Local boy in the photograph
Today