- Location
- Next door to Mr Benn at No 54
My favourite sandwiches are cheese and on nom nom num.
Popular in the 80s ...Red sky at night, shepherd's delight. Red sky in the morning, shepherd's house is on fire.
With respect, Meibion Glyndwr were doing that in the early 70s. I was at Bangor Uni and several of my Welsh acquaintances had combat jackets that smelled suspiciously of hydrocarbons.Almost similar to the other one from the 80s
Come home to a real fire....................................................................buy a holiday cottage in Wales
I was on holiday in the early 80s in North Wales (Llanberis) and went into a pub, as I ordered a pint it suddenly went quiet, "On Holiday" said the Barman "yep" I replied "doing a bit of hill-walking" he then asked where I was staying "oh the tents in a field just up the road, the farmer said I'd be fine there when I asked". Suddenly the pub went back to normal and I ended up having a great night.With respect, Meibion Glyndwr were doing that in the early 70s. I was at Bangor Uni and several of my Welsh acquaintances had combat jackets that smelled suspiciously of hydrocarbons.
I'm not surprised at this. The North Walians can be a bit prickly (even the South Walians say this), and especially with the English, but I spent three years there and got on with them fine. I behaved like a guest not an invader, learned a few words of Welsh and used them when I could (just a quick 'diolch yn fawr' in a shop, or 'bore da' in the street), and generally had a good time. I'm guessing that, as a walker, you were considered to be an upright and decent person, and were treated accordingly. If you had gone into the same pub in a Barbour and wellies, and haw-hawed a lot about what laaaavely countryside you have, and my goodness, how can any of you pronounce those funny road signs, ha ha, not a vowel in sight, ho ho, anyway, big G&Ts please my good man, and mind your tractor doesn't bump the Jag in the car park*, then I suspect your welcome would have been very different.Went back in to the same pub and the Barman not only knew what I drank but I ended up having a really good night in there again.
Friend of ours was visiting a village in North Wales with a long and difficult name, but she was determined to learn how to spell it. She went into a pub and ordered a pint and a sandwich and when the barmaid brought it to her she asked her to tell her the name of where she was slowly and clearly so an English visitor could understand it. The barmaid drew a breath, and said "THE... RED...LIE...YON"
Y Llew Coch .
and yes the North welsh can be a bit prickly with Saes. cofiwch tryweryn - we generally don't like having our villages razed to ground on a pack of lies. ( who knew scouse businesses lied )
I had a pee in Llyn Celyn when i was on a primary school visit. the others in my class told on me to the head teacher. who told me it was the best thing he had heard of me do
typical gogs - grassing up their mates to authority
Full of inbred weirdos?i explain it as like Harlow is to London .
Harlow. not Romford !Full of inbred weirdos?