We can trace almost all the disasters of English history to the influence of Wales.
It doesn't matter what people call you unless they call you pigeon pie and eat you up.
If we can't stamp out literature in the country, we can at least stop its being brought in from outside.
I'm quite deaf now; such a comfort.
I don't believe that people would ever fall in love or want to be married if they hadn't been told about it. It's like abroad: no one would want to go there if they hadn't been told it existed.
The tour bus was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. Would it be possible to give them a ring to check they've not forgotten us?