In reply to DR: Don't go to the Antelope, it's deer...
Oh, a bit of a reminiscence, the last time I was at "Cinders" (approx 1978)
Once a gang of us were staying in Mumbles, whilst attending an Aikido course in Swansea. The last night we were there, my mate cooked us up a huge vat of spaghetti bolognaise. We planned to go into Mumbles, hit a few pubs, then hit the disco (and yes it was a disco back in those days,) which abuts the pier. All well and good.
We had a fair few beers, got into the disco, and had some more. I felt sick. I don’t know if this was due to the amount of beer I’d had, or mate's cooking, it could have been both.
I went outside to get some fresh air. This didn’t help in the slightest, so I leaned over the pier edge, and chucked my ring up. It came out like ropes. It was only while watching the ropes vanish into the dark that I realised the tide was out, and below me at the foot of the pier were a bunch of courting couples.
Who were now being bombarded by bolognaise flavoured puke.
I legged it back into the disco and hid.