Feeling Sheepish
I find myself in a group of people who I mainly don't know. The conversation comes around to the fact that they are from various different regions of the UK, and the truth - or otherwise - of supposed regional stereotypes. One particular couple were Welsh, and naturally we were talking about the differences between the Welsh and the English.

All was light and happy, until I innocently commented that the guy looked, to me, very Welsh - in fact, I said, he really reminds me of Rhys Ifans.

Stoney silence and stormy looks ensued. I swear a stylus was dragged across a jukebox record. All eyes were upon me, and they weren't friendly.

Turns out that what everyone knew, except me, was that Rhys Ifans was the girl's fairly recently ex-boyfriend...

I'll get me coat.
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Thu 16 Aug 2012, 15:26, 2 replies)

Ooo! An early contender!

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 16 Aug 2012, 15:28, closed)

He drinks in my local sometimes
and I always used to see him in Tesco
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Mon 20 Aug 2012, 17:38, closed)