THE Arts Club really is on the rampage. Last Friday was an Opera Evening. Two super stars of that medium addressed members. The members were bewitched.

Two, recently retired singers; principal singers with virtually all the world's opera companies sat on our very own proscenium facing the intellectual mass, the members.

John Mitchison and Maureen Guy were our guests. We were their challenge. Thought we were all pretty deep, well connected and achievers until we heard their story, which was put over as a concert with anecdotes.

We heard the most delectable opera whilst being charmed with their tales. There was name dropping, too, but in no way like we immodest mortals who drop names for affectation. You know how it is? "Oh Cameron, know him well. Dine with him Tuesdays at Chequers. Come to think of it."

Theirs was nodding terms with Stravinski, Sir Georg Solti, Picasso and Royalty (and not the minor staff either) and lots more. The club were, as I said earlier, quite bewitched and I swear I heard a member who had left for home but quick to return for she had forgotten her gloves, not asking "Has anyone seen a pair of gloves?" But singing in her best mezzo soprano "My tiny hand is frozen."

Members wonder whether anything can outdo this. Well it is possible. Not perhaps to outdo, but gain an honourable half. And this Friday we have Mr. Graham Hadlow and he will halve. Lives locally. Had great influence on students of the past, mainly on canvas, but sculpture too. A former teacher of the finest arts. A diamond in our midst. He will demonstrate, showing us how it is done.

Think of it. Pembrokeshire teems with talent. Literary, artistic, sporting, equestrian, theatre, choir, to name a few. Many of them gone, but with Graham Hadlow we have living art. A delight for the senses with his seascapes, landscapes, and harbourscapes. A modern day master living down here in West Wales. We are fortunate. Imagine life in London. Take Mr. F. Bacon, for example. He, whilst shrouded in fame, attempts a seascape. Can't get the sun right, so in exasperation throws a tin of red Dulux at the canvas. Spladoosh.

Names it 'The Creation'. Priced at one million. We all prefer Mr. Graham Hadlow's appeal to the more refined Tenby senses.

This (Friday) evening, January 17, at St. Johns Church Hall. Two pounds for members. Four pounds for non-members.

Who can resist? And if you don't believe all this, come and try the waters.