the other week i went to god's own country for a few days.
when i arrived at my accommodation i was given some of this.
bora brith i think it's called.
it was game on.
a rare welsh word containing two vowels.
mrs w's sock game was on point all weekend.
check out these bad boys.
i went for a walk on the saturday and decided to wear a small sheep on my head.
i also decided to clamber around the trees... a bit like a welsh predator.
breakfast was decent. i made a mr breakfast face and thought about my friend 'credit'
and how his nanny wouldn't approve.
not that my friend 'credit' has a nanny... i mean the nanny he hired for his little kiddie.
not that she's there any more anyway.
what i mean is, she didn't approve of me messing with my food.
maybe that's why he got rid of her ?
the toast game with the breakfast was outstanding
just toast it.
the language of heaven.
or as al murray calls it... "code"
a poster i thought about buying in a shop somewhere...
it was an original film poster from the 1950's and also the title of a sitcom
about three designers that i was once thinking about writing.
a barmaid in hay-on-wye gave me some very unsatisfactory head.
on a lighter note, the shadow looks a bit like a horse showing off his biceps.
( do horses even have biceps ? )
a pretty racist / slanderous / financially inaccurate monument in chepstow.
welsh cakes being made at a little market stall in brecon.
i tried flirting with the ladies on the welsh cake stall.
the young girl seemed a bit shy but the nan found me very amusing.
cymru am byth