Now the mines are largely shut, howling about the moon appears to be the main pastime in that country.
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Saturday, 5 July 2008
Life In Wales
Now the mines are largely shut, howling about the moon appears to be the main pastime in that country.
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Oh very Deary Me!
Can I just say what a pleasure it always is to see a photo of your inlaws.
there was another recent report of a UFO, it was reported leaving wales at a great speed, obviously they were intelligent beings.
Boy the Welsh can sing though !
IB and I went to see a choir festival near Snowdon. Sadly there being two gentlemen wishing to share a room (doubles I hasten) there was no room at the Inn.
We were rejected by one chap but when we got to the next we perplexed to see the 'no vacancies' sign being turned to say 'vacancies'.
I'm sure it was just a coincidence but I mused to IB that we were getting such a positive reception because when landlord A phoned landlord B to say "Davvid - you've got two queer boys coming over" he had been misheard - especially considering the festival going on in town.
How we laughed.
I've never seen a full moon in Wales even though trousers are often worn at half mast at night by doggers and cottagers alike.
Neil Kinnock fails in didjeridu contest.
Tony, where on earth are you getting all these pictures of Margaret Beckett at various different ages from?
I reckon it's about time some of those mines got opened up again Tuscs.
There was a big company looking seriously at 'coal washing', a few years ago (Washing through old slag heaps and extracting coal residue).
The gentleman in your opicture is in fact the Chairman of the planning committee, who after allowing them planning permission to alter the landscape for ever, was swiftly jostled sideways into the 'Zulu Remembered' exhibition, and impaled on an assegai which belonged to a distant relative on Lt. Bromhead...
(Word verification 'Wronlm' - a small village in the Rhondda)
the welsh look a bit different than i had imagined...glad i didn't take the bloke up on his offer :)
In Ireland it would be two moons reported.
The multi face-lifted Ann Robinson esq once asked "What are the Welsh for?".
There followed the usual indignation, then - silence.
No-one could answer.
The Welsh - useless whining twats.
Killers, they're there to sing Man!
How many blokes do you hear singing in Croydon?
;0)
My comment at 17.39
You can only understand the joke if you say the landlord part with a Welsh accent.
Actually it wasn't a joke - it really did happen. I've been known to come out with classics.
EK: Many years ago I took a couple of weeks' leave from a job I was doing in the Gulf and went exploring in Wales (a place I had hitherto not had an opportunity to visit). I booked a cottage in the hills for the duration and was told by the agent to collect the key from Mr Dai The Key at a certain address.
On knocking on his door and explaining who I was, he said: "Ah yes boyo, I bin expecting you. Where you from then?" I replied (unthinkingly!) "Abu Dhabi".
"Ah", says he, "Aberdovey - ooh yes, I know it well. You enjoy yer 'oliday now...".
Needlss to say, I left it at that!
Or when president Chirac's wife was asked what was most important to her in life, " A penis"
The president quickly corrected her, " 'appiness." is what she meant to say.
Welshman tries to tune into Sky TV.
I stayed in Aberdovey about 15 years ago and walked up to Barmouth, a little place further up the coast. A flier was posted on a wall - "Freddy and the Dreamers, one week only," it said. The building itself was little more than a shed.
I didn't pursue any further, but it made me think of how many old pop bands may be lost in the undergrowth around those parts.
Maybe they're playing in your area this very week.
Koko, a chum recently went to a concert in Dartford, and they had half of The Zombies, Amen Corner, Argent and several others, and he said they were utterly magnificent!
Nothing to prove now, just do the old stuff, make each number a bit longer (well it does now doesn't it...), and people like me will always listen...
Totally off-topic, Tony, but I was thinking about you on Saturday night.
I had a pint of Old Speckled Hen in the Turf Tavern in Oxford. I think I'm right in saying it's one of your favourite ales, isn't it?
The pinnacle of Welshness is represented by the Kinnock clan. Apols for the lack of individual responses; loved the comments!
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