Archive for September, 2005

My poem about wales

Thursday, September 29th, 2005

Sorry if this offends any Welsh people out there, but this needs be said, preferably in the style of Richard Burton reading Dylan Thomas’s Under Milkwood, on a grey wet Welsh sort of day. In fact, the inimitable Mr G actually was inspired to write this poem after spending a rainy day in Holyhead and discussing the matter with some very disgruntled young locals. When asked what it was like living in Holyhead, all at once they chanted, “Bloody ‘orrible! We can’t wait to grow up & leave!”

Got some great pictures of Holyhead and the Menai Bridge though.


Grim, grey, grimy & grim,
That’s the Wales that I lived in.
Skies grey & black, deep dark bible black.
No bloody wonder I don’t want to go back!