This is my first ever blogpost. I will write stuff about living in Abergele, and sometimes I will post some poems. I will also complain about declining standards of British and World morality, excessive drinking, prurience, promiscuity, sex-in-advertising etc. Between complaints, pictures and poems, I hope you'll get an idea of what I'm like, and what it's like living in Abergele.
Incidents like the one pictured below add to the excitement and interest that come from living in Abergele.
and here's a view of one of Abergele's interesting buildings. That's an exaggeration - it's a view of Abergele's only interesting building, apart from the one above, which used to be one of Abergele's etc.
Sometimes, Abergele gives residents and holidaymakers a real frisson. Here's a picture of a recent happening. Abergelonians lined the bridge across the railway at Pensarn to watch this. A few hours after this photograph was taken, another train unexpectedly drew to a halt at Abergele & Pensarn Station and some people got out and other people got in. A memorable day indeed. Trains usually go through Abergele and Pensarn station as fast as possible. Like this one.
I mentioned holidaymakers. Dozens visit Pensarn every year.
Pensarn is another s***hole on the coast, a few minutes walk from Abergele. Why they visit Pensarn is a mystery. Personally, I think they visit only to collect beach "pebbles." (See picture) They fill their pockets, boots and backpacks with them. Then they journey on to Bala Lake (see Google maps). And throw themselves in. The rocks help them sink. That's what a visit to Abergele and Pensarn does to you.
I wish I lived in
Colwyn Bay, or
Rhyl. Somewhere more interesting and exciting. Somewhere where there's nightlife and a skating rink and people selling Moroccan Skunk, so I could feel bubblier and truly alive.
Goodbye for now.
Ada Trellis
