The Green Green Grass Of Home Is Actually Vomit
We had already taken off for the weekend when this link landed in our inbox on Friday, but our laziness should be no reason for you to miss Polish photographer Maciej Dakowicz's incredible series of photos of nightlife in Cardiff, Wales. It's nice to know that Britain and America aren't actually as far apart as previously thought.
"Lads, the Welsh girls shown may be generously proportioned, but just like Charlotte Church they are warm-hearted and very loving."
That makes me oddly homesick.
Also, I have never seen that kind of thing in the US. But maybe I've been hanging out in the wrong places.
I guess this is how we do it in the US:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIcyFSYhvV4&NR=1
What? When did this become a thing?
Do they just never pick up the garbage in Wales or what?
They leave it there to break the falls of the drunks. The city can't afford to pay for that much liability insurance.
These pictures are almost enough to turn me off from eating junk food while drunk ever again. They are dangerously depressing, but I will not let a little self-awareness get between me and by bbq Fritos.
John Williams has written a number of novels set in Cardiff that describe such scenes wonderfully.
The thing is these people pick-up a lot of useful first aid knowledge because of all this. If you find yourself lightly injured you can have no better person at your side than a British/Irish person. Kids sell styptic pencils door-to-door to raise money for their school soccer teams.
Prior to this, my idea of what Wales might be like was entirely based on viewing "The Englishman who went up a Hill but came down a Mountain." I'm so disillusioned.