...but a bar which could be heard loudly discussing the football results, say, suddenly switched in a body to Welsh as we came in.
Many years after this event, I was stationed at a top secret avionics repair establishment situated in the other corner of North Wales. At the weekends, I often used to explore North Wales (including Anglesey) on my motorbike, stopping off for the occasional pint on my journey.
Many's the time when I encountered this same situation upon entering a pub...the minute they clapped eyes on me, the conversation slipped into Welsh. Perhaps they treat all strangers this way...or perhaps they clocked my short haircut and the memory of the beauty competition remained fresh in the collective memory!