Cwmbrân
Cwmbrân was a new town, conceived by the New Towns Act of 1946 in order to house unwanted vermin overspill from Newport, Cardiff and Bristol, a plan which intended to plug areas of void and anti-matter with matter, although time has taught us that Cwmbran doesn't matter at all. Literally translated its name means 'The valley of the gay crow' and it is twinned with the German town of Bruschal.
Cwmbrânistanis, as the town's population are called, were sucked into the void that once cut Gwent in two in the same way that a vacuum cleaner sucks, and the process is still evident in the accent, just as white noise is still visible on television screens (particularly between 9:00am and 5.00 pm). Some would argue that Cwmbrân still sucks.
The landscape is varied and Cwmbrân offers views of both rubber factories and chemical factories which Cwmbrânistanis see as being the norm. This is due to their inability to escape the town to see other towns, mainly because of the one-way system.
Cwmbrânistanis Artwork[edit | edit source]
Cwmbrânistanis are a art loving culture and examples of fine art can be seen throughout the town, if you're in Cwmbrân why dont you visit Fairwater Underpass where exhibits such as "If you want fun time phone....." or "Debbie loves Dai Y2K" or alternatively visit some of the more upmarket areas such as Northville and Southville and see the mural daubings on fences such as "leave my wife alone" and "Felt Roof Massiv"
The typical form of art observed is that of the "pavement pizza". The legendary artist "Wanksy" is rumoured to have visited Cwmbrân on many occasions to display his work during the 1980s and 1990s.
Shopping[edit | edit source]
Cwmbran Shopping Centre is reknowned as being the biggest and shittest shopping precinct in Wales. Depressed people come here to wallow in their ailment and buy a cup of tea from one of the many tramp cafés. Many of the under cover walkways and side streets are filled with young men looking for an apprentiship at JD and homebargains. Gwent Square witholds its reputation to this day of being the heart of the shithole - morbidly obese women with six reclusive children hiding in her fatty folds while her boyfriends make a livng by busking with their pubes and making tea for the many hundreds of old parasites sucking the money out of the working class.
Climate[edit | edit source]
The shopping centre is the coldest place on Earth, and is reflected in the dead expressions of the people who roam around it, in a never-ending circuit, eating sausage rolls and drinking Taurus.
Landmarks[edit | edit source]
Located in southern Cocker Avenue, There is a Mushroom shaped tree that greets all travelers with delight and amazement.
FOSTERS, the alcohol shop on Richmond Road in Pontnewydd, which is frequented every Friday and Saturday night by hoardes of under-age alcoholic chavs who reside in the area.
The Triangles, a series of underpasses that follows the dirt-track route from Cwmbran Station to The Boating Lake via the railway line. First port of call for anyone wishing to consume their illegally purchased alcoholic beverages in relative safety from arrest by the local police force.
The Boaty is also used by underage drinkers wishing to try their hand at fishing on the weekends. Empty cans of Stella and bottles of White Lightning can often be seen floating around on the surface of the water.
Family Kebab House: Situated in Oldbruy Road, this is a firm favourite of the drunken rabble leaving the Cwmbran Working Mens Band Club. Offering a choice of both Lamb Doner meat and Chicken meat (or a combination of both), it's at its busiest when the nearby pubs of Old Cwmbran shut tap.
Trivia[edit | edit source]
- Cwmbran has more roundabouts per ca-pita than anywhere else in the world
- Cwmbran was once home to "The Pleasure Dome NITECLUB", situated on Glyndwr Road. Closed and demolished in September 2004, because the police had enough of it being spelt NITECLUB.
- Cross breeding with Newportonians is strictly prohibited.
- Wagon Wheels are made in Burtons by little orange people know as Gurka-Turkas (residents of the Oakfield estates). Years of inbreeding and fake tan have resulted in their strange hue.
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