So my friend Sarah's family are moving house, right, from Brecon or somewhere, out into wildest Wales, some deathly mountain village in the middle of nowhere, a place called Crai.That's a review! I love the man and I'm forever in his debt, one of these days I must write him a fanboyish email.
So, on the day they're moving Sarah's brother, wandering around the place, gets into a huff at the prospect of an indefinite future in this sleepy dump, spies the sign standing on the town border (one of those blank council signs that just read CRAI), walks back to the new house, gets a thick black marker pen, walks back to the sign and carefully draws an arc onto the dege of the "I", turning it neatly into a "P", for the information of motorists passing through on the way to Swansea...
Sussed? Oh, they sound a bit like The Charlatans.
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posted by klangklangston at 7:41 PM on April 12, 2006