Give me a ticket for an aeroplane, ain’t got time to take a fast train.

 

How nice that the “Harry, once known as Prince” has jetted back to the old country to unveil a statue to his mum. How nice that the self-opiniated, spoilt brat has found time to grace us with his presence. Pity his wife couldn’t be at his side but no doubt her Cally-Pally and kids were more important than supporting her mentally unstable husband.

Perhaps, after the event he could ask his old dad to top up his dwindling bank account and then jet off back to his wife and kids and carry on bad mouthing us all. 

As far as memorials go, maybe  it would have been better to get Will Carling to “expose” the carefully cast body of his once lover. (Again)

And how nice that the Harry, formerly known as Prince has got a nice self contained grace and favour cottage to self isolate in and not pay a fortune to stay in a Travelodge whilst living on shit food for ten days.

Oh well, that’s the Tower for me! But hold on a tick. How about my bloody human rights and my right to a family life?

Moving on… I hear that it is alleged that Matt Hand-Cock (I might have the spelling wrong.) has been wick-dipping and from the photo it looks like he wasn’t even wearing a mask! So much for precautions. 

Now, Mark Dickford, the great and revered leader of our highly esteemed country where dragons and walruses live has decided that building new roads is too harmful for the environment. We should all go by mainly diesel, smoke-belching, Japanese built trains. Great. Traffic increases but Welsh roads are becoming more and more like cart-tracks.

Pembroke-Dock to Aberystwyth by road is 68 miles. You’re  lucky if you can do it in under 2 hours. 34MPH! By train it’ll take you 8 hours! That’ll be an average of 8.5MPH. It would be quicker to cycle but because our roads are so shit you’d run the risk of being squashed into the tarmac by a 42 tonne wagon, a tractor with a trailer full of human excrement on its way to fertilise your breakfast cereals or some foreign tosser in a coach-sized motor home. The answer? Don’t go to Aberystwyth.

GO TO TENBY INSTEAD!