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looby [Visitor] in response to: I sit in a park in wet trousers

Sun, 17 Apr 2016 20:35:04 +0000

I admit to six 330ml bottles of out of date Brazilian lager, but even without such an aid to comprehension, I am left baffled by why one would leave one’s mother standing on a plug, or even how that would be possible without her falling over.

I will revisit this comment in what I hope will be the clarity of the morn.

J-P [Visitor] in response to: I sit in a park in wet trousers

Sun, 17 Apr 2016 17:06:13 +0000

We managed to miss Flint. On reflection, I’m not sure we even managed Llanfairfechan, as that particular trip involved a hasty detour to some remote hospital: the plug I’d left for my mum to stand on as we were packing for the holiday had given her blood poisoning.

We did do two days in Campbeltown, a few years ago, which was roughly how you describe Flint, but with a distillery. The B&B owner did crafting, and had one of those life-size toddler dolls standing in a corner, like Blair Witch.

looby [Member] in response to: I sit in a park in wet trousers

Fri, 15 Apr 2016 04:40:18 +0000

Have you been to Y Fflint? It’s so drearily awful that it passes the point of kitsch, or of a spectacular awfulness, and is simply a place of utter gloom, surely the dullest county town in the UK.

Lancastrians start on North Wales early: I went to Rhyl on a Sunday School outing when I was about nine. I came back and wrote a poem about it of which I can only remember describing an open-air preacher as a “thick-veined evangelist prophet of doom.”

And I think it was you that told me about the linguistic divide between north Welsh (which is the one I’d learn if I were ever to have a bash at Welsh) and the southern version.

J-P [Visitor] in response to: I sit in a park in wet trousers

Fri, 15 Apr 2016 04:26:20 +0000

The tone of this blogpost implies that London is considerably more fun than Wigan or Flint, which I can hardly imagine to be the case.

K. finds it weird that Lancastrians are better acquainted with North Wales than most Cardiffians. Prestatyn. Rhyl. Llanfairfechan. I think she’s just being jealous, whenever she points out that Wakes Weeks aren’t really a thing any more.

looby [Member] in response to: I sit in a park in wet trousers

Thu, 14 Apr 2016 10:03:07 +0000

She was winding me up. I’d had a lovely long boozy dinnertime with my two best friends, and half an hour later it’s all gone Pete Tong. The underlying reason is jealousy, I think. Deep down, she’s envious of me knocking about with them two so much, and she might have picked up on me fancying Wendy despite me being scrupulously neutral in the way I talk about her.

Liked Patrice Rushen’s jazz piano more than the hits, but Forget Me Nots is good – that whip-cracking percussive intro and that great bass line. Oh, go on then.

Not got to Liverpool yet, but working on her! If Wendy ever showed half an interest though, I’d drop the new girl like a hot coal. Sorry, new girl.

Exile on Pain Street [Visitor] in response to: I sit in a park in wet trousers

Thu, 14 Apr 2016 09:42:05 +0000

One can only ignore snippyness for so long. Especially after that second bottle of red.

I had a Patrice Rushen album back in the day. So weird to see her photo and name after all this time.

Good luck in Liverpool. That’s a fast cure for Wendy.