BBC Wales are set to snub Newport County if, or rather when, they earn promotion to the Conference.

Obviously the broadcasters’ top priorities for coverage are Championship sides Cardiff and Swansea, with Wrexham next in the pecking order and the County nowhere.

And I’m told that’s how it will stay next season even though the County are likely to be in the same league as Wrexham.

The reason is said to be mainly because of available resources and geography, and the need to give North Wales coverage. But don’t expect Newport fans to appreciate it.

And, sticking with North Wales, what about that ridiculous name for the new rugby team playing out of there (with the aid of nine or so Canadians)?

They go under the title of Rugby Gogledd Cymru 1404, or RGC 1404 for short, in some reference to Owain Glyndwr, a Welsh folk hero. I bet the opposition are licking their lips in anticipation while the Canadians must be gobsmacked.

GLASGOW coach Sean Lineen will never forget his spell with Pontypool back in the 1980s.

The New Zealander recalled at the weekend, when his team hosted the Dragons, how legendary coach Ray Prosser still had them out training in the heavy snow. Now if players don’t have an indoor barn to train in they don’t want to know.

The Dragons had support from an unexpected quarter - a group of West Wales rugby men who go on the cheapest trip they can find every January to watch whoever. It just happened to be the Dragons this year, and they were the life and soul of a bumpy flight up to Glasgow.

And harking back to my blast at cheap shots at the Dragons online a fortnight ago, I have to refer to an admirable reply from one poster who asked how he could be expected to go home and get on his computer to send a praising comment after they had won when he was too drunk to manage it. All I can say is he must have been stone cold sober over Christmas and the new year!

And finally, to take up the community spirit theme evident during the recent heavy snow, I can’t thank ‘Ray of the Ridgeway’ enough for his recent offer.

He overheard me in the local shop, after trudging through the snow to get there, expressing my concern about getting to Cardiff Airport early on Friday morning if the weather didn’t improve.

But though a total stranger, he offered to give me a lift in his 4x4. The snow cleared, but chivalry ain’t dead after all.