The people from there are an odd bunch in general.
They’ve got a refurbished double decker bus (turned into a restaurant?) by a subway near Cabot Circus and it’s a hot bed for crackheads by there.
Went out with a girl from there before, very pretty but I thought she should’ve had the surname “bungalow” because she had nothing upstairs.
Anyway she didn’t like the Welsh much (why did she go out with me?) and everyone from there I met don’t like us much either. Feck ‘em.