read this bit off the Chariot's, referencing Will Greenwood's wanting to holiday on this wee isle:
...the final straw was when he announced he was off to Singapore next stop for a well-earned family holiday and a certain Welshman who was on our table commented - "What do you want to go there for? It's crap". Just what a man who has shelled out a load to bring the family over for a week wants hear. Still, that's the Welsh for you...
yeah, at least the wee isle is not a nation of sheepshaggers. nor does it rain throughout the whole bloody year. also, 'em tourists are spared from seeing sheep. which can be a tad scary. or too much.
not that there are any grazing on the islet.
oh, and all the street signs here don't come with tongue-trickin' albeit unpronounceable names that start with lll.. and end with ..nnwyn. or ...ddudno. besides taking up the entire space on the signboard, like at least a hundred character long. or summat.
that leek-breathed daffodil-wearing twat should thank his lucky stars he didn't meet nor know me.
grr...
as enscribed by the letter b @ July 3, 2004 06:54 AMta muchly. my blood boiled rightly that's why.
as blahed by the letter b @ July 7, 2004 07:50 AMbeautifully put
as blahed by english @ July 6, 2004 06:01 AM