When is a Joke not a Joke?


When you live in South Wales - that's when.

Yesterday afternoon I spotted this lovely little cartoon on Facebook:

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I found it especially amusing because if you read 1802 as a time on the 24-hour clock, it translates as 6.02 p.m.

In the Cynon Valley, and presumably other areas of the Valleys as well, 6.00 p.m. is pretty much the point at which all bus services cease, apart on from the key routes. You don't need a city boy living in New York, or a country girl from Arkansas for this story to be true. You just need to be a big town boy living in Aberdare, or a country girl living in Penderyn, and the love story ends there.

Right there.

If it wasn't so pathetic, it would actually be funny, wouldn't it?

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