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Right, let me first give a shout out to my parents. Thank you! Thank you for waking me up at 8 a-fucking-m on a Sunday morning to go to Wales. Okay so I only had 4 hours sleep, but I got ready and everything and was ready to go, but wait, what? We don't leave until 9:30. Fucking great start to the day! (Y)
Get there, what a load of shit. Some crappy beach with a crappy market by it. Went to the market, oh joy. "BEST OF WELSH MUSIC" I'm sorry but that sign is false, because all welsh music is diabolical, therefore there can be no good welsh music, QED no best of welsh music. Oh yeah mother spent 10 minutes looking at a stool selling bloody towels. TOWELS! we have enough at home thank you.
So start driving home, see a sign saying, well i cant remember, but that was also diabolical. 1 shop I wanted to actually go into, NEXT, was fucking closed. :@

FINALLY GOT HOME!
watched some telly and came here to rant.

On the upside, because they dragged me to there shitty day out, I get to go to Drayton Manor saturday! :D