My Welsh knowledge is that it is the West Virginia of England. A lot of coal, a lot of booze and drug use. Small villages of hardworking people who speak a dialect completely alien to the surrounding area. Curious facts: I do believe that Wales is the top heroine heroin using country in the world, and I once read a BBC article that said the police in some cities carry mops and buckets that are handed to drunk people who vomit on the streets.
Yep, that pretty much sums it up. Except the vomit bit, it never stops raining long enough to need to be washed away. Lots of sheep, too. And male voice choirs. Just don't think too much into the last two.
Hardly any one down south can actually speak the language though - bloody English saw to that. Bastards. Mind you, it's probably for the best. We named a place Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwll
llantysiliogogogochuchaf, for christ's sake.
We had to be stopped. From what I gather we might as well be speaking another language, the accent is fairly unintelligible if spoken right. That is, ear-scorchingly fast and thick as a cyntaff swede.
Lemmy is welsh? Fuck yeah, I did not know that. Ah, wait. He was just raised there, according to wikipedia. But still, that makes the country an order of mangnitude more badass.
The Super Furry Animals, for lack of a better phrase, fuck*ng RULE. Welsh music is pretty damn good, it must be said. Mclusky, Gorky's Zygotic Mynci and (mmm) Cerys Matthews. But then, we did spawn the likes of funeral for a friend, lostprophets and bullet for my valentine and that guy from steps, so I guess we do have a lot to make up for. Tom Jones has my vote for ultimate lord of all creation.