We all get surreal days, sometimes. Mr Penry has days so surreal he's not entirely sure whether he's crossed over into some different dimension. Today was one of these.

It began, simply enough, as market day. There are a lot of small markets in the valley, but the biggest, held on Wednesdays and Saturdays, is about six miles away. Mr Penry has liked to go there and mill around the stalls ever since he was a boy, so off he went today, same as usual.

When he was coming out of the market, he was accosted by two winos, both clearly the worse for wear and hiccuping.
'Hiya Butt!' they shouted, in that cheerful way we Welsh have. (By the way, 'Butt' has nothing to do with bottoms. It just means 'friend' in Wenglish.)
'Hiya' said Mr Penry.
'Are you Canadian?' they asked.
'No.'
'Are you sure?' (As though you wouldn't notice something like that...:roll:)
'Positive.'
This threw them a bit. 'Well....' they said, 'you look Canadian...'

Next he wandered down a street where a stray accordionist was playing (as you do :DD) only to bump into someone he didn't know who started to rant, 'It's like bloody Paris here!' (only he didn't say 'bloody.')

And finally, he wandered into the chemist's shop that also doubles as a post office, where a woman was having a very private conversation with her friend (or butt, I suppose ;)) Now bear in mind that private conversations in the Valleys are never quiet. Oh no. They are held at full volume, the voice fixed at a musical lilt so not only the entire shop, but the entire bloody street knows exactly what's going on....
'AND SO I WENT INTO THIS SEX SHOP SEE..... OH MY GOD IT WAS INCREDIBLE.... FULL OF STUFF... I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT ANY OF IT WAS FOR....'

Mr Penry said he would have liked to hang around and see if there was any sort of sequel to this story, but alas, he got served quickly and had to leave.

Happy days! :)