Don’t ever trust, don’t ever trust the meter, it lies!
Don’t ever trust, don’t ever trust the meter,
When it cries, cries your name…
I’m paraphrasing Queensryche here. 520 more words
Some brick and stone work around South Wales. Some of it is old, some of it is newer but made to look old.
Talking to Britons, one of the things that came up is architecture and how they feel so tired of everything being made to match Victorian architecture, and wished for more modern-looking buildings. 37 more words
I never would have considered traveling to Wales for a film festival if not for some generous offers of funding when I had just learned that Overwhelming Majority had been accepted. 192 more words