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Is it 7?
Cofiwch Dryweryn
Is it 7?
Chopping Centre
I don’t wear skirts (partly 'cos I hate them, partly 'cos I’m a little dwt cursed to always be climbing stuff to reach the high shelves and it just isn’t practical to wear them), that said - if shorts length is in anyway comparable I’m occupying a missing space somewhat further to the left than “Satan’s Daughter”.
Wrecsam (English - Wrexham) is an ex-mining town (that recently got promoted to a city) in North Wales. Gresford is a nearby village where an infamous mining disaster occurred. I wouldn’t recommend visiting either of them.
So not only do I fuck up my interview but I find out I’ve traveled all the way to Wrecsam for a job that’s bank only anyway.
I had a look around town and honestly Wrecsam is the worst place I’ve ever been. Hiking to Gresford to view the mining disaster memorial killed some time but otherwise there’s fuck all to do around here. I can’t leave until tomorrow so I guess it’s sitting around feeling sorry for myself time.
It’s the wall the Romanovs were lined up against when they were executed by the Bolsheviks.
Edit: here’s the image it was cropped from.
English flag in bio
Welsh flag in bio
Also,
Patron saints of Europe Pray for the European peoples AWAKE AND RAISE! Take back what rightfully belongs to you.
Welsh flag, English flag
Dewi Sant’s miracle was getting God to help the Welsh kill English better.
I got my blood drawn for HRT back in February, I don’t know what they’ve done with it.
Shrewsbury station is a haunted place, not by the supernatural but by the changing intentions of the society it exists within. Each generation since its construction has grafted something onto its husk for which it wasn’t designed. The decorative skirting around the windows and doors are now topped with menacing spikes, a reminder that architecture must now be hostile both to man and beast. Nothing can live here. Also, the whole place smelt like piss. 3/10
Gobowen station is literally just a train platform in a rundown field. 10/10 no notes.
Chirk station has flowers everywhere, there’s a mural in the shelter that is presumably the platonic ideal of a Welsh valley. All this fails to distract me from the placename sounding like how a toff might pronounce chick. 8/10
The good:
I took a picture of myself last week and it didn’t make me feel completely terrible.
I’m gonna be starting voice training again.
The bad:
The meh:
I’d be concerned it’d become a skep instead.
What’s the name for that trope, where a black character will be written into fiction for the sole purpose of helping the white protagonist (usually by acting as the author’s mouthpiece)?
This woman seems to’ve melded her very being with it.
He got woke on trans rights before I was even out to him. One day he noticed all the Blairites in the local CLP were all pushing a similar line on trans people (a really shitty TERF one). If a Blairite told him water was wet, he’d ask for a second opinion. So he read around, and talked to trans people, and got a more informed view mostly in an attempt to call them out on their bullshit.
I’m just in awe of the man becoming a more supportive parent accidentally in his mission to spite liberals.
So my dad’s cis but really outspoken about trans rights (and queer rights in general) which has led to him arguing with all sorts of reactionaries in, like, Facebook groups and shit.
His go to arguement has been to demand the transphobes prove he’s a man and then poke holes in whatever proof they suggest as they grow increasingly flustered and run out of arguments. After which he’ll hit 'em with a line about how all they’ve got is his word on it and that’s all that should matter.
And, well, I’ve had a hard time of it recently with transphobia so it’s been cathartic seeing him just verbally steamroll these dickheads, laughing the entire time.
Shame the extended family are kinda a nightmare about their transphobia (so bad that I’m not going to out myself to them 'till I have, like, at least an entire country between myself and them), 'cos it’s nice having supportive parents.
“Who the fuck are any of these?”
Googles
I guess sometimes ignorance is bliss.
Those are two different comments you disingenuous toad.
There was this PSA film that I was shown in school when I was a little one. I can’t remember what it was about, only something that happened close to the end.
These two women are arguing in the middle of a street with your typical PSA quality acting, and then one of them swings for the other. I guess she was just supposed to be knocked over by the punch but instead she does a 360 degree spin and spreads her arms out so she falls in the middle of the road, posed like Jesus on a crucifix. To this day I have to bite my tongue around Catholics 'cos I see the little Jesus (jesuses? jesi? Jeese? Jesopods?) on their necklaces and get flashbacks to that over-acted punch on start to lose it.
There were (as far as I’m aware) two different baked bean themed candidates running for parliament this year.
The other one, Captain Beany, ran in Maesteg.
Yep.
For example, they lost the Tory marginal seat of Dyffryn Clwyd 'cos they had the brain genius idea of merging it into Wrecsam.
How can you be so out of touch with the world and still speak with the utmost confidence. Western aid has always been a poison chalice, exchanging meagre support in crises the West created in return for handing over control of their natural resources.
Look at the shit they helped Monsanto do to Burkina Faso’s agriculture and tell me again that the US helped Africa. Look at how Bill Gates undermined malaria eradication. Tell me what countries own gold mines in Africa. You bled them dry and expect loyalty in return.