Wales. A small chunk of land unfortunately still attached to England. Populated by inbred, narrow-minded mutants who are obsessed with Rugby. They have been closed off from the rest of civilisation since the big bang, and therefore sadly, will always be the mad, isolated, eccentric dimwits that they are. They are blessed with one of the most annoyingly cringeworthy accents in the world which makes them sound like 6yr olds on helium. If visiting take plenty of water-proof clothing as you will be drenched in saliva whenever they open their silly little mouths. Their culture is suffocating and will be forced in your face at every turn. Anti-English to the highest degree. Wales a place of dribbling psychopaths where everyone looks the same, talks the same and acts the same. Clones with a capital C. Stay well clear!
Blodwyn: Hey Daffyd boyo! Look at that English twat over there, I'll knock his teeth out, you can poke him in the eyes.
Daffyd: Ok, just a noraml weekend then.
Wales, lovely scenery spoilt by stifling culture and threatened inbreds petrified of losing their identity.