You know I was driving from Cardiff up to a place called 'Harold Stones' some years ago and I was glad to get out of Cardiff as there was a Rugby game on that day . England versus Wales. Anyway I cant remember exactly which way I went it could have been via Caerphilly I don't remember which road I took. But I stopped at a pub going up the hill and thought it a good idea to have a beer.
The guy I sat next to had just finished his beer and the barman filled it and gave me the beer which I had ordered from his glass. I complained that the glass had not been washed and I was not going to drink a beer from a glass just finished by my new companion. The barman looked quite annoyed but relented and filled a fresh glass.
I hadn't been to Wales before so this was interesting. Anyway a gentleman came into the bar and sat next to us. I was quietly drinking my beer and this newcomer spoke to the gentleman sitting next to me. He commented that his accent sounded just like his own.
He asked my friend where he was from and my friend replied that he was from Prontpridd then the newcomer offered to buy him a beer as he also came from Pontypridd.
They began drinking. I of course refused to partake but took note of the conversation.
The conversation when like this. 'Where do you live' and my friend replied 'I live near Treforest' My god said the stranger so do I let's have another drink.
And so it went until it got down to the street number 56'. 'My god said the stranger so do I.'
Just then the bar door opened again and a fellow named Fredrick walked in and said to the barman 'How are things going tonight'
He replied 'Ok this Aussie guy wont leave and The Barry brothers are pissed again'.