While sweating up the enormous, steep hills of the Welsh countryside this morning, I decided that when I am a famous movie star (or rock star...still haven't decided which I will be when I grow up) I will have a summer get away here in Wales. It is quiet, people mind their own business and there is absolutely no way the paparazzi could track someone down through out these crazy roads. One must make a mental image of shrubs and trees to remember which bush-lined road to turn on to; signs, evidently, are for suckers.
In other news, British people impersonating an American accent all sound like a cross between a robot and, sadly, George Bush. Most Americans, it has been reported to me, sound like a very posh, annoying Brit while imitating the tongue of the mother land. The word terribly is used a terribly large amount. I blame Hugh Grant.
2 comments:
Love the Welsh posts! I want to come to your country home when you are a movie/rock star. can i bring my friend Rafa?
Should be noted that I learned that most signs were taken down during WWII to distract and puzzle the Germans. A lover of history myself, I had a new-found respect for the wise Welsh...until I really thought about it and decided that 60 years, a couple of peace accords and one European Union later was enough to trust the Germans enough to reinstate signage.
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