Back From Wales, Finally
Finally managed to haul my arse back from Wales. Not through lack of trying. The weather sucked the big one. Let’s face it, who wants to fly down the M4 when it’s gusting 100mph in the wrong direction. Got as far as Bristol, and decided to chuck in the towel. Ended up in Portishead. Not much going for it apart from the band, and they fucked off years ago.
As for the mini-break, we made it to the Brecons. Lovely to look at, boring as shit for the pigeon. Nothing doing whatsoever.
Best we did for action was a couple of ducks:
And even they pissed off after five minutes:
Not that it mattered. Couldn’t understand a word they were saying anyway.
So – it’s back to the concrete just in time for Christmas.
Sweet.
Frankie the Mankee mankster* replied:
I was just gonna say about the band.
Scorn.
Should’nt imagine there’s too much abaat there but industrial estates and mass gatherings of motor vehicles awaiting delivery.
Typical british weather hey bruv.
November 16, 2010 at 2:58 pm. Permalink.
pigeonblog replied:
Frankie the MM: I know. Typical. Soon as we come back, the sun shines!
Your pal
Bri
November 19, 2010 at 3:54 pm. Permalink.