I want you back
Early '90s, up in Snowdonia, mountain climbing in the dead of winter. Wanting some respite from our cold tent, we wonder into the local watering hole, which was inhabited entirely by people called Barry and Llywellen, dressed in Adidas.

Cue my Australian mate James, who walks over to the Jukebox, puts "I want you back" by the Jackson Five on repeat, 10 times.

We left after the 5th time. The looks were just too much to bear. I think they followed us because next morning our bacon had been stolen from under the flysheet (or maybe it was the dog that lived on the farm where we were camping). Who knew welsh chavs like bacon so much?
( BamaSS, Mon 9 Feb 2009, 18:36, 3 replies)

Which one was it?
The Douglas Arms?

The Black Lion?

The Black Bull?

The shitehole in Capel I can't remember the name of?

All unfriendly to the English.
(all my scars face forward possesses 2.5% of a hyperalloy combat chassis, Mon 9 Feb 2009, 22:32, closed)

aaargh
'cue'
aaargh
(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Tue 10 Feb 2009, 9:37, closed)

Sounds familiar
I went hiking with some army types in Snowdonia a while back (long story). First item of advice on the handout - 'Don't talk to the locals - they dont like the Army, they don't like the English, they don't like hikers'.
(SnowyTheWereRabbit the Leporid from Hell, Tue 10 Feb 2009, 22:55, closed)