Swansea, but my university town of Pontypridd runs a close second.
After Swansea I didn't dare to go all the way into Newport.
( Kroney, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 9:56, 2 replies, latest was 12 years ago)

Bangor is fucking depressing too.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 9:57, Reply)

Port Talbot
1971 time warp. The only hotel there is brown
( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 9:57, Reply)

Fuck knows why the Welsh are so fucking defensive about the place.
It's unrelentingly dreadful.
( Kroney, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 9:58, Reply)

Some of Wales is unbelievably attractive.
Top notch castles too. Chepstow's in my top 5 I reckon. Caernarfon, Caerphilly - all jolly good.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 10:00, Reply)

In fairness, I could probably live in Chepstow.
It is gorgeous, there. I'd have to commute into Bristol, though. No way am I spending my entire day in Wales.
( Kroney, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 10:02, Reply)

Incidentally,
if you visit the Chepstow area with the kid, she'd like Puzzle Wood.
( Kroney, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 10:05, Reply)

Oh aye?

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 10:06, Reply)

Yeah, it's an old Roman open caste mine that's been overtaken by a wood.
It's pretty interested for adults as you can still see toolmarks etc. Kids will enjoy pretending to be hobbits, or some shit. Have a Google.
( Kroney, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 10:07, Reply)

Will do, ta.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 10:09, Reply)

we did our history gcse project on chepstow
it involved a night out at a medieval castle dinner, too much mead for 15 year olds, and the entire coach singing "swipe and mr [gay teacher that she was totally in love with] sitting in a tree" for what felt like the entire drive to wales. urgh.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 10:12, Reply)

surely, in the context of supervising schoolgirls
"any" mead is too much mead.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 10:18, Reply)

and boys
don't forget the boys in their fake medieval armour
( rachelswipe with a fork, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 10:21, Reply)

Things were different in the Sixties.

( Kroney, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 10:21, Reply)

the pics from last night have made me think i might now be at the age where it is no longer ok to smile in photographs

( rachelswipe with a fork, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 10:22, Reply)

You'll be pleased to know that clean-shaven and without my glasses,
I still look like a twenty-six year old.

A pudgy, slightly balding, oddly old-looking for his age twenty-six year old, but a twenty-six year old nonetheless.
( Kroney, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 10:24, Reply)

who on earth told you that, grandpa?

( rachelswipe with a fork, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 10:42, Reply)

The mirror. Don't be hatin'

( Kroney, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 10:45, Reply)

They're more likely to put out if you get them drunk first.

( tangledupinblue hairy badge with moving eyes, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 10:21, Reply)

there were quite a few of us would have raped him, given half a chance
stupid gayness taking all the best ones away :(
( rachelswipe with a fork, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 10:22, Reply)

Porthcawl fucks all of the rest of wales into a cocked hat for devestating shiteness
and I was nearly killed by two spasmodically drunk cunts in a transit van there. Nothing out of the ordinary about that, except at the time I was camping in a clifftop field more than half a mile from the nearest actual road, which was a touch bizarre
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 10:03, Reply)

you? camp?
surely not...
( rachelswipe with a fork, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 10:13, Reply)

The tent was gold lamee, sweetie.

( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 10:16, Reply)

do you know how much i wish this were true

( rachelswipe with a fork, Fri 12 Jul 2013, 10:21, Reply)