I don't know if I mentioned it but it was young Mags O'Neill's birthday last week. Hurrah! And it was young Mairead Flanagans also. Hurrah the sequel! Anyway, it has been decided that we are going over to visit Mags in her college in Wales and whoop madly about her person until she feels the birthday love. When we become tired we will ask polite questions about the Welsh life and then we will drink alcohol and go to Welsh pubs and abuse the Welsh people riotiously. Ah, the fun.
We are travelling there by ferry mainly because I feel my current lifestyle does not afford enough opportunities for public vomiting. Stupidly enough the booking of the tickets was left up to me and I'm not sure but we may be going to Cardiff instead of Swansea. No biggee! Wales can't be that big can it? And my Welsh accent is excellent thanks to all my productive Sunday morning sessions studying Steve Jones off T4. His accent, naturally.
8 comments:
Whats the Welsh equivalent of Ach I wee lassie???
Ask them (the "welsh") what the word "Independance" means to them.
and then gleefully tell them what Independance means to us.
Don't come to Swansea if you're planning to bring that smell of wee over with you.
I've heard Rhyl is nice this time of year.
Plus, this weekend - South Wales will be full of Scots, jam packed solid with the little haggis munching blighters.
I've heard that Wales place is nifty. Send me a post card.
Lucy! I have missed your blog so much, now I actually find it slightly amusing!
I'm wondering what happened in Wales that scared you off using your computer to write blog entries.
Perhaps you have to eradicate all those Welsh double-Ls from your mind before writing again?
Agree, what DID happen? You didn't talk to one of the Swansea locals did you? *slaps forehead and groans*
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