My name is George Nevison. In June 1999 I moved to Deiniolen from Bethesda, to live over empty commercial premises (which I own), a former hairdressers on the High Street.
There I, and other retailers, experienced youth vandalism and anti-social behaviour at first hand. When a Council grant became available to provide shops with the added protection of CCTV cameras, I pooled the complaints of local retailers into a detailed diary of nightly disturbances that proved so successful in prioritizing Deiniolen's application over others that the first generation of CCTV cameras was installed in 2004.
Having been asked by the young people loitering in the High Street whether I would use my shop to provide opportunities for them to keep them out of mischief (such as a youth club might), I decided to put civic needs before commercial gain and tried two social initiatives.
The first was arranged by the Council, a pilot implementation of a slate-carving workshop, located in the shop -- an imaginative venture that promised much. But this, sadly, failed due to a measure of unruliness on the part of some of the young students, who did not share its vision; and the sculptor very soon declined to teach there.
I then proposed a remedy to deal with what I saw lay behind the early failure of the creative workshop -- a film club for select members and their parents, who might have felt the need for family-oriented, moral, religious and anti-drug education videos and critiques of Marxist agenda-ed pop culture to be shown in the heart of the village, rather than in a more academically-structured setting delivering a PSE syllabus, or in a Sunday School (assuming that the need could ever be articulated institutionally). This second creative workshop, called "Amser Doeth", or "Wise Time", despite being widely publicized in two villages and part of a third and to two churches with a bi-lingual leaflet drop, brought absolutely no response, short of the hostility and lies of the clueless. So this venture, too, collapsed, with predictable results for the future. Being unable now to forestall the causes of our politically-inspired dystopia through educational initiatives, I resigned myself to tackling just the symptoms (which is political correctness in a nutshell, though I would never subscribe to it). So in 2009, I set up a small Neighbourhood Watch group of eight members in the High Street and North Road. This was when registration on paper was the norm, and when computing ability was not essential for registering and administering one's scheme, or obtaining information and support materials. Now it is. This is why, in this computer age, I would like to recruit more than two online registrants to my High Street and North Road zones. But I am delighted (in a measured way, due to my misgivings above) to see other zones springing up in the village under the aegis of Dyfodol Deiniolen, prompted by the concerns of one born in the village, Alan Williams.