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Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Cardiff Calling

Everyone in Wales has a story about Charlotte Church. And mostly centred around the time they've come out of a club at 2am to find the angelic songstress of the Valleys her having a go at some nameless girl who accidentally copped a look at her boyfriend.

Of course, they may be unintentionally mistaken. After all, every girl from the Cardiff area can punch with their left hand while still holding their pint steady with their right, so it is very easy to get mixed up.

The Welsh are a very proud people, and speak of their Charlotte with glowing dignity ("Not like that traitorous Shirley Bassey!" spat one cab driver. I wasn't inclined to get the full story there; he had terrible acne on the back of his neck, and I had to bite my finger and stare out of the window just to remain conscious). No, Charlotte is a good Welsh girl, who's no stranger to Chip Alley, I can tell you.

Oh yes, Chip Alley. A place so famous it even gets a mention on the Wales tourist site. It seems to be the very passage mentioned in the fabled 'right of passage' and you just can't be accepted in Wales unless you've staggered down the rancid path of kebabs and burgers at closing time, clutching the wall and demanding chips in every doorway you pass. It is row upon row of fast food places that heaves (in more than one sense of the word) at closing time. They've apparently done it all up lately, probably as the collected bile over the years had melted the paving slabs. It looks quite nice now. And the residents have taken to calling it La Boulevard de Pomme Frites.

In Welsh, of course.
 

8 comments:

CyberPete said...

Is that the place of the infamous curry?

Lee said...

And Peter gets 10 points to Gryffendor for paying attention!

St. Dickeybird said...

Lol, sounds like my old neighbourhood in Manchester!
lol

CyberPete said...

Thaanks Lee! But am I not more of a Ravenclaw or Slytherin?

Skip said...

Sunday's shag insisted on stopping off there to grab a Chicken Kebab on the way home.

We'd walked about half a mile when he suddenly looked down and remarked, "What am I eating?"

We both stared. It was a styroplate of chicken, raw onion, cooked lettuce, and uncooked chips covered in gravy.

Darren said...

Mmm, Welsh culinary delights... Just think of the drunken student potential however...

As an aside, when I tried to get here this evening it told me I don't have permission to access your root. Which isn't what I remember being scribbled on the toilet doors of Brief Encounter...

Spike said...

Mwha, Darren.

Lee said...

I wrote 'Bad Wolf' under it too, Mr Hawke.

Yes, I don't know what's going on with the server. Hopefully it's calmed down after I took a lot more porn off it.

Er, my *friend's* porn, naturally...