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i would do this in welsh but the only wlesh i know is Araf, Ysgol, Maes Parcio, Dim Parcio, Canolfen Hamden????? and Henoed oh and traeth


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So you don't know the difference between "Dynion" and "Merched"? Could cause some embarrassment....... /forums/images/icons/wink.gif

Friends of mine used to run an engineering business in North Wales. Because Welsh is a barbarian language that hasn't evolved for hundreds of years, there are no words for modern things, particularly related to engineering. Well, there are but, for example, "welding" becomes "weldio", "interlocking becomes "interlockio".... you get the picture........

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<A target="_blank" HREF=http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/wales/3520409.stm>Or scotch or welsh</A>

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err no
but i never get embarassed at anything that happens to me
the goat still needs counselling tho

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aah so it is definitely a morning whisky, ideal with your cornflakes in a cup of tea.

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Think its probably called whiskio, thus establishing Thinio Lizzio as the prescientio bandio of all time .. io

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they interviewed someone from the scottish whisky association and asked if he was worried
credit to him he managed not to fall over laughing

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This morning in Abertaffewe a little welsh woman returned to the house to find her husband,Dai, in the kitchen shaking frantically with some kind of wire
running from his waist towards the electric kettle. Intending to jolt him
away from the deadly current, she whacked him with a handy plank of wood,
breaking his arm in two places. Up to that moment, he had been happily
listening to the Manic Street Preachers on his Walkman.


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A man is stranded in the middle of wales when his car breaks down. he walks to the only light he can see and knocks on the door of the little cottage
the couple let hium in but have nbo phone and cannot offer him a bed as the two up 2 down is occupied by them and there beautiful daughter who eyes him up hungrily.
he takes to the sofa and waits for morning

the little old couple hear the sofa banging and creeping. the litle old woman forces her husband out of bed to offer thge stranger more blankets as his wife thinks he is shivering to death on this cold night

welshman 'look you, the wife has just said seein as it is so cold would you like our eiderdown?'
traveller 'no thanks she has been down already'


*bows, exits stage left*

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Two tourists were driving through Wales.

As they were approaching Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, they started arguing about the pronunciation of the town's name.

They argued back and forth until they stopped for lunch.

As they stood at the counter, one tourist asked the blonde employee, "Before we order, could you please settle an argument for us? Would you please pronounce where we are... very slowly?"

The girl leaned over the counter and said,

"Burrrrrrrr, gerrrrrrr, Kiiiiing."



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As relative newcomers on the scene, Jimi you should be reasonably tolerant of others. You did of course learn the tricks of the trade from us -

"Old Bushmills Distillery, the oldest licensed whiskey distillery in the world."

John

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Ah; Bushmills...

Nectar of the Gods.

Some years back, I did the tour of the distillery (fascinating, incidentally), which ended up with a tasting session. Usually I think this amounts to a glass of the bog standard blended stuff or, if you're lucky, a mouthful of Black Bush (fnarr, fnarr). For reasons which now escape me (mainly because by the time we left, my reason had escaped me) we managed to cadge large quantities of their 10-year-old malt, which I think had just come on the market at the time. This may have been luck or may have been due to the presence of my father-in-law, an Irishman of large presence and prodigious thirst.

Happy (but rather blurred) memories.........../forums/images/icons/smile.gif

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Re: Ah; Bushmills...

Scots ... Whisky
Irish .. Whiskey
Welsh .. Whiskio
English .. Watney's Red Barrel

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Re: Ah; Bushmills...

Red Barrel is often compared with making love in a Gondola, for reasons that I dare not mention, for fear of Kimmerisation. However, I reckon Watneys signed their death warrant (and that of the UK Beer Brewing Industry) when they ceased production of the Party Seven and a nation of students mourned, sighed and moved on to Hirondelle and Le Piat D'Or.



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Party Seven

It was great wasn't it ? Why did you have to break into the tool shed of who evers house the party was being held in to get the thing open and nearly stick the hole punch through your hand. Remember Pompagne ?

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Re: Party Seven

Takes you back doesn't it ...

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Pomagne

Oh yes, indeedy. There is a whole lost world of appalling alcohol out there, lurking in the mists of the '70's and produced exclusively for student parties. Merrydown Triple Vintage Cider? Don Cortez wine? (probably the vilest liquid ever to be sold as alcohol) Colt 45 "American Malt Liquor"? The memories come flooding back, as indeed, the drinks did at the time...........

I read current scare stories about the dangers of dehydration from E's, and the degrading effects of crack cocaine, and I laugh. Nothing can match the pure evil of rubbish '70's alcohol........

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