
It is the eve of Joey Jones’s funeral, and across Wrexham the stories are already flowing: memories told in pubs, in living rooms, on the paths of Erddig where he walked among us. Joey isn’t remembered in headlines or sta…

It is the eve of Joey Jones’s funeral, and across Wrexham the stories are already flowing: memories told in pubs, in living rooms, on the paths of Erddig where he walked among us. Joey isn’t remembered in headlines or sta…
