Ada Llantrisant Whore ❤️

About Bristol

She’s no saint, mind ya—bit of a temper, too. Saw her chuck a shoe at some git who shorted her. Hilarious! I was like, “Go on, lass, give ‘im hell!” Sarcasm’s her weapon, too—told a punter, “Oh, you’re a real prince, ain’t ya?”—dripping with it. Love that about her. Keeps it real.

Llantrisant

Llantrisant Town Trust is en elected body whose purpose is to safeguard and manage the rights and lands of the Freemen.

But then, oh boy, the next customer is a nightmare. This guy comes in, all loud and obnoxious. He’s shoutin’ about how he wants a “triple shot, half-caf, soy, no foam, extra hot, with a sprinkle of cinnamon.” I’m just standin’ there, mouth agape. Like, mate, are you ordering coffee or a potion? I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside I’m fumin’. I mean, who even orders like that? I’m just a barista, not a barista-sorcerer!

Reg Meuross solo at Llantrisant Folk Club