It's 1995 and I can hear my heartbeat in my head (and maybe a little Blur sideline), sprinting down the pathway along the side of Ruthin Castle, fuzzy eyed and fresh faced. Strawberried up on alcosyrup, my mate Ems bumping into sandstone walls behind me. Drunken ghosts nonchalantly ambling out of the old arches. Nonchalant ghosts. Two lil Welsh teens dipped in punch, unnecessarily screaming for their extremely safe lives. So weaves the magic that is being 15 years old, female and tanked.
I'm not actually Welsh, I "grew up" there. Yeah I didn't, I kinda "grew sideways" confused and emotionally erratic. I can wryly smile now thinking about it but at the time it was SO serious. Holed up in my room in Pwllglas (there's no phonetic spelling that will help you pronounce it), sitting half on my windowsill, legs dangling out on the roof so I could see the sky and if I looked down my green holey tights and doc martens, feeling mildly trapped. Album of choice "Jagged little pill", in agony over my poor teenage enraptured heart. Smoking liquorice flavoured roll ups from the baccy shop in town. No dad I'm not smoking and yes it's incense made to smell like cigarettes because they make that now...
Um No dad I wasn't smoking and yes they still make cigarette "flavoured" incense...
Ems and me very tame during the day, visiting "Boots" the chemist, buying Farleys rusks and chocolate milk and sitting on the bench waiting for something amazing to happen. Come on boys on uninsured motorbikes! Take us away to the soundtrack of "St Elmo's Fire" and show us the world beyond the bypass! Please behave gentlemanly and sweep me off my little imitation Welsh girl's footsies :)) Boy on motorbike 1: "awww aint she just the sweetest...", Boy on motorbike 2 "Yeah I'd shag 'er"......ah the Welsh dream!
I know what I miss about Wales. Apart from Ems (she's simply beautiful and we still talk). I miss my national dish being a toasted cheese sandwich and having a dragon around each corner, being able to pronounce words which everyone else could too and drinking lager and lime. I miss the "old skool" Welsh men in the pubs drinking dark warm ale and a guy called Yori who used to walk down the road visiting every pub every day waving his cane in the air rounding his fictitious sheep up, poor guy.
I miss the snow.
I remember walking to school inside strong gusty snow blizzards, totally "walking against the wind" thinking at any moment a house and a cow would spin past me and I'd end up with amethyst slippers on (well I had to be different) clicking my heels three times because, altogether now "There's no place like home", it's true, there is no place like North Wales, for me it's a place full of faeries, purple heather hiding lil white sheep, wishing wells that actually work and lots and lots of rain :) It's where my dreams began...
So guys, having said that Wales is magical and spell-binding, full of heart, ale, cheese toasties and warm cheer.
LOVEbird xxx
I'm not actually Welsh, I "grew up" there. Yeah I didn't, I kinda "grew sideways" confused and emotionally erratic. I can wryly smile now thinking about it but at the time it was SO serious. Holed up in my room in Pwllglas (there's no phonetic spelling that will help you pronounce it), sitting half on my windowsill, legs dangling out on the roof so I could see the sky and if I looked down my green holey tights and doc martens, feeling mildly trapped. Album of choice "Jagged little pill", in agony over my poor teenage enraptured heart. Smoking liquorice flavoured roll ups from the baccy shop in town. No dad I'm not smoking and yes it's incense made to smell like cigarettes because they make that now...
Um No dad I wasn't smoking and yes they still make cigarette "flavoured" incense...
Ems and me very tame during the day, visiting "Boots" the chemist, buying Farleys rusks and chocolate milk and sitting on the bench waiting for something amazing to happen. Come on boys on uninsured motorbikes! Take us away to the soundtrack of "St Elmo's Fire" and show us the world beyond the bypass! Please behave gentlemanly and sweep me off my little imitation Welsh girl's footsies :)) Boy on motorbike 1: "awww aint she just the sweetest...", Boy on motorbike 2 "Yeah I'd shag 'er"......ah the Welsh dream!
I know what I miss about Wales. Apart from Ems (she's simply beautiful and we still talk). I miss my national dish being a toasted cheese sandwich and having a dragon around each corner, being able to pronounce words which everyone else could too and drinking lager and lime. I miss the "old skool" Welsh men in the pubs drinking dark warm ale and a guy called Yori who used to walk down the road visiting every pub every day waving his cane in the air rounding his fictitious sheep up, poor guy.
I miss the snow.
I remember walking to school inside strong gusty snow blizzards, totally "walking against the wind" thinking at any moment a house and a cow would spin past me and I'd end up with amethyst slippers on (well I had to be different) clicking my heels three times because, altogether now "There's no place like home", it's true, there is no place like North Wales, for me it's a place full of faeries, purple heather hiding lil white sheep, wishing wells that actually work and lots and lots of rain :) It's where my dreams began...
So guys, having said that Wales is magical and spell-binding, full of heart, ale, cheese toasties and warm cheer.
LOVEbird xxx
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