Today I came all the way home to my small town in Wales to spend time with my family for Christmas. I have to admit that i am pretty blessed; the family home is a stunning converted barn in the middle of no where, where I can see the stars and here the stream flowing that runs past our house.
As tradition on black friday (the last Friday before Christmas) I decided to venture out to the main pub in our town to see if any of my old school friends were around to have a quick and a catch up. I think I lasted all of about 45 minutes before I couldn’t take it any longer.
The pub was rammed and I recognised nobody; the place was filled with either A) Girls who decided to wear pretty much nothing while being totally orange with the most offensively thick make-up I have ever seen drinking stright from the bottle of wine or the pitcher.
B) Men/boys who are crammed into tiny shirts that are far to small, who also happen to be horrifically orange, wear copious amounts of awful hair product and have one of those cubic zirconium studs in their ears while they try and grope the orange women
or
C) 50 year old men who are also desperately trying to grope the orange women.
So I have decided very quickly to run home, throw on my PJs, have a glass of wine and play some videogames. I love my home town but I’m so happy I have moved away.
