In response to DaiDap's Yorkshire posting

Thought I’d throw in some Welsh postings. (No offence is intended.)

So…

A Welsh lad came home from school and told his mother he had been given a part in the school play.

'Wonderful, 'replies his mother, ‘what part is it?’

The boy says, ‘I play the part of the Welsh husband.’

The mother scowls and says, ‘Go back and tell your teacher you want a speaking part.’


A well spoken English gentleman sauntered into a pub in Llandrindod Wells and drawled, ‘What’s the quickest way to get to Brecon from here?’

Rhodri Owen, the landlord answered, ‘Are you walking or going by car?’

The Englishman answered, ‘By car, of course, my man.’

‘Well, that’s the quickest way,’ retorted the landlord smartly.


Within Wales, men from Cardiganshire (Cardis) are not renowned for their generosity, munificence or open-handedness and this is why.

A Scotsman called Angus and a Cardi called Dylan met in a Glasgow bus station, both were broke and both were thirsty.

The Scotsman had an idea for getting a free beer: ‘I know a barmaid in a pub near here who has got a very bad memory. If you get her involved in a conversation she can’t remember whether you’ve paid or not. Let me try it on first.’

Angus went into the pub, chatted to the barmaid, and duly got his free drink. Now it was the Cardi’s turn to try. Dylan sauntered up to the bar, ordered his pint and began to tell the barmaid all about life in Wales. Ten minutes later he drained his glass and said to the barmaid. ‘Well, it’s been lovely talking to you but I’ve got to be off now. What about my change?’


Morgan, a youngster, was describing in an essay his holiday in Aberystwyth, astonished and delighted his teacher by spelling the town’s name correctly every time he used it.

The next, day Miss Jones, his teacher called him to the front of the class and said, ‘Show the class how well you can spell. Write “Aberystwyth” on the blackboard.’

‘Please, Miss Jones, I can’t anymore,’ Morgan pleaded, ‘I’ve eaten all my rock.’


Two men, Cadwaladr and Dewi shared an old two-roomed farmhouse somewhere west of Llanfarian. Cadwaladr grumbled to a visitor, ‘Dewi makes life unbearable at times. He keeps sheep and goats in the bedroom and it smells terrible.’

‘Why don’t you open the window?’ came the reply.
‘What, and let all my pigeons escape?’


Funny Welsh Films

The Wizard of Oswestry
Trefforest Gump
Independence Dai
Haverfordwest Was Won
Cool Hand Look-you
Dial M For Merthyr
The Bridge on the River Wye
Breakfast at Taffynys
Look You Back in Bangor
A Fishguard Called Rhondda

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Touché!

Brilliant :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing:

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You forgot “Dai Another Day” in the list of Welsh films.

Like I said, no offence was intended, all I wanted to do was make a few laugh. I hope that was the case.

ps. I’m not a Yorkshireman, I just happen to have lived here for 28 years.

Ken.

Well,as a ‘dyed in the wool’ (where else?) Welshman,I thought your post was :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: ,and top marks to Rhythm Thief for his contribution.

Great jokes from both of you…dig some more out. :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing: :laughing:

A Welsh farmer was walking in his fields when he saw a stranger trying to get a drink from the stream with his hand. The farmer shouted in Welsh…“Paid ag yfed o’r afon yna…mae’r gwartheg wedi pibo ynddi!”
(“Don’t drink from that stream, the cattle have had diarrhoea in it!”)
The stranger, a stuck-up Englishman, answered…“Oh, stop talking in that stupid language…speak English man.”
To which, the farmer answered…"Oh, I was just saying ‘use both hands…you’ll get more that way.’ "

Harlech Nights…
Bridgend over the River Kwai
Porthmadog Millionaire
Usk the Dust
The Dark Knighton Rises

Newtown on the Block :laughing:
Abercwmboi and Fitch…

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Dial M for Merthyr is making me chuckle :smiley: