I love Wales
 

<wipes tear from eye>

Yes, my brothers.

When I was a young Owen we was schlept almost E-VE-RY fekkin weekend to a fakkin caravan in Anglesy in the piss pourin rain to enjoy the fu-kin dee-lights of some fucking car park from whence my pehh-runts would go inside some bastard Robinson's basatd pub whilst me and my darling sister Claire, with the comfort of a bag of salt and vinegar, would watch the rain drip off the fucking Cortina's windows.

Well. I sniff in happiness and sorrow when I watch the Wizard of Oz, and lie in bed wishing great ill upon former school teachers still.

But, lads. Through it all. There's been one thought that's kept me going.

Man United are BASTARDS

North Wales is like that...:) miles and miles of caravan park... yuk!!

I am a Southerner myself, so far South I am not even a valley boy... am further South than the valleys.

Oh well. Listen Jones. You and me. Thems fuckin English.

South Wales you say? Oh. That's a God foresaken pisspoor fekkin place. I dunno boyo. We should shoot the fuckin gwyladwy then finish you southern gyellynginnwwhd next.