Doing a massive charity walk and needs a place to crash before heading to Swansea tomorrow. He's waiting in a local pub until he hears, Thanks heaps if you can help
Blame the Deed, Not the Breed Traitor Z1000SX Owner
Sorry cannot provide a bed but i can proivide a poem by Max Boyce which i rembered from about 30 years ago.
"I've come to Pontarddulais,
to the place they call the Bont,
People born here think it's great,
whilst Gorseinon people don't.
People born here think it's great,
Cos its got everything they want,
God practiced first on Hendy,
and then he made the Bont"
There would appear to be a surfeit of prolixity and sesquipedalian content today please do not use a big word when a singularly un-loquacious and diminutive linguistic expression will satisfactorily accomplish the contemporary necessity