July 03, 2004

what the ...?

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 AM

ta muchly. my blood boiled rightly that's why.

as blahed by the letter b @ July 7, 2004 07:50 AM

beautifully put

as blahed by english @ July 6, 2004 06:01 AM
yer six pences' worth s'il vous plaît:









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