This morning I have been into Rhyl on business .... Ghastly place
I could have gone to Prestatyn, which is marginally better, but the only real tobacconist for 25 miles is in Rhyl and I needed to get some pipe baccy.
Anywhoo ~ Rhyl is heaving with wet scousers in shell suits .... which garment I thought died out years ago. Aforesaid wet scousers were, of course, accompanied by a lot of thieving little gits who may or may not be the children of the males accompanying the orange wimmin. Now Orange wimmin are one thing (bad enough in their own right) but when they weigh in excess of 20 stone each and are mostly wearing purple shell suits the whole is a revolting sight.
