I read half the Swansea one then sent it to a Welshman I know.
...and he hated it.
I read half the Swansea one then sent it to a Welshman I know.
He's not properly Welsh though. His mum's Irish. I should have sent it to his dad instead. He's Welsh.
craners not properly welsh either. im more welsh than he is.
"Craner I must stop you there
That sentence was too much to bear
And though I rudely interject
Our motives roughly intersect
Once more I ask you to consider
The message that your prose delivers
And though you tell some pretty tales
Who are the 50 sexiest birds from Wales?"
Should have faux-accidentally called Gary Numan instead, he'd have loved that, I bet.I went to see A Matter of Life/Death at the BFI not long ago and on the way out I spotted Gary Oldman and friend.
In a moment of madness I shouted "Mr Oldman!" He turned, startled and afraid. I then shook his hand and said something incredibly witty like "I love your work!" Then scuttled away, my cheeks burning with self-reproach, to spend the rest of the evening writhing in agony.