I remember walking through the Creuddyn with my Father to take a look at the scene. As we headed along Ffordd Tudno three distraught ASDA check-out girls were walking hurriedly towards us.
As they passed, my Dad said, "no work today ladies?"
"That's a bl**dy funny remark", replied one of the girls.
The black, billowing smoke, cast a huge plume over the town and pots of paint & aerosol cans could be heard exploding inside the building.
I believe a welder working on the roof caused the fire, which must have spread quickly, as the fire station was a stone's throw away.
Quite a bit of looting took place (so I heard) during the aftermath of the fire, and numerous blackened coins started to turn up at the local amusement arcades.
It was around this time that I found out that our electric meter wasn't a money box, as Dad had always said it was. The guy from MANWEB spent ages at our kitchen sink with a nail brush and a bottle of Fairy Liquid. :twoface: