These are hilarious. The Welsh— oppressed by the English since 1283.
True story from three years ago: on the English side of the border, public car parks would only accept new pound coins. We changed all our old pounds for new pounds. We drove to the Welsh side. The car parks would only accept old pound coins. We go into the tourist office to get old pond coins—we were limited to three. I asked the petite, mischievous-looking woman at the desk when the Welsh car parks were going to switch over to new coins. She said, with perfect timing, “They tell us soon. (pause) of course, that’s a Welsh soon...so that means not soon.”
Beautiful country, wonderful people. The valley behind Mt. Snowden is the wettest place in Europe.
Are there sheep involved? One tarty looking but friendly girl, “Yeah. I been shagging him all morning. He’s gone back to the fold for a bit of a rest...”
True story from three years ago: on the English side of the border, public car parks would only accept new pound coins. -------------------------- True story from 15 years ago, my first business trip to England. I exchanged some currency at the airport to pay for my trip to the B&D in the countryside. The driver was adamant about refusing to accept the Bank of Scotland notes when I tried to pay on arrival. I told him was either those or nothing and if they were good enough for the currency counter at Heathrow then they are good enough for you.
I've only ever known one Welsh person personally - he was an engineer that I worked with at a tech company, and he was a huge a-hole. That experience has colored my view of Wales ever since, almost certainly unfairly to the Welsh, but it shows the human tendency to want to generalize.
Because there probably won't be a better chance to share it here, this is my favorite Welsh song. It's Paid a Cau y Drws (Don't Close the Door) by Elin Fflur.
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19 comments:
In the words of our lord and savior Tom Jones Pussycat, pussycat, I love you, yes I do!
It easy to say to oneself "Well, just one more"...it's the brevity combined with the playful or droll wit. It's kind of like eating potato chips.
Apparently, I'm not like you.
My instant impression was that disturbing Teletubby Sun Baby grew-up, unsurprisingly, to be a Tik-Tok ne'er-do-well.
But as it turns out, the actual Teletubby Sun Baby is a grown woman.
Are sheep involved? Not going to watch to find out.
These are hilarious. The Welsh— oppressed by the English since 1283.
True story from three years ago: on the English side of the border, public car parks would only accept new pound coins. We changed all our old pounds for new pounds. We drove to the Welsh side. The car parks would only accept old pound coins. We go into the tourist office to get old pond coins—we were limited to three. I asked the petite, mischievous-looking woman at the desk when the Welsh car parks were going to switch over to new coins. She said, with perfect timing, “They tell us soon. (pause) of course, that’s a Welsh soon...so that means not soon.”
Beautiful country, wonderful people. The valley behind Mt. Snowden is the wettest place in Europe.
Are there sheep involved? One tarty looking but friendly girl, “Yeah. I been shagging him all morning. He’s gone back to the fold for a bit of a rest...”
The valley behind Mt. Snowden is the wettest place in Europe.
Based on the tiktoks the wettest place in Wales is a Tom Jones concert.
It's cute they way they pretend to understand each other.
The valley behind Mt. Snowden is the wettest place in Europe.
I believe it; I spent about a week riding my motorbike around Wales and it was foggy drizzle the entire time.
Amadeus 48 said...
True story from three years ago: on the English side of the border, public car parks would only accept new pound coins.
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True story from 15 years ago, my first business trip to England. I exchanged some currency at the airport to pay for my trip to the B&D in the countryside. The driver was adamant about refusing to accept the Bank of Scotland notes when I tried to pay on arrival. I told him was either those or nothing and if they were good enough for the currency counter at Heathrow then they are good enough for you.
I was waiting for someone to bust out an actual sheep, but nobody did.
And can someone explain the Tom Jones question? They all seem to know how to respond.
This post is not better than nothing.
>>"If you're like me you will watch a few dozen of these."<<
If you're like me you will have no idea WTF these people are saying.
And can someone explain the Tom Jones question? They all seem to know how to respond.
He's one of the coaches on The Voice UK. It's just something he says.
I am NOT like you.
I've only ever known one Welsh person personally - he was an engineer that I worked with at a tech company, and he was a huge a-hole. That experience has colored my view of Wales ever since, almost certainly unfairly to the Welsh, but it shows the human tendency to want to generalize.
"This post is not better than nothing."
LOL
Because there probably won't be a better chance to share it here, this is my favorite Welsh song. It's Paid a Cau y Drws (Don't Close the Door) by Elin Fflur.
is this brother Cadfael country?
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