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About Bristol

So, whoRE as a texture? Man, it’s rough! Think cracked leather, worn out from too many hands. Kinda like Daniel Plainview’s soul, ya know? Dirty, oily, patched up – but damn, it’s got character! I’d slap that texture on a barstool in some dive joint. Been sittin’ there since ’07, smellin’ like whiskey and regret. “I’ve abandoned my child!” – that’s the energy, bro, whoRE screamin’ secrets nobody wants to hear.

Local History

I usually sailed as a Minesweeper Navigator. Trustee. Llantrisant Town Trust. Jun - Present 39 years 11 months.

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “What the actual heck?” Everyone’s lookin’ around, confused. Turns out, some numpty burnt their toast in the café next door. Classic Llantrisant, right? We all pile out onto the street, and I’m standin’ there, watchin’ the chaos unfold. People on High Street are just carryin’ on like it’s a normal Tuesday. I mean, come on! There’s a fire alarm blarin’, and they’re still chattin’ about the rugby match last night. Priorities, people!

Pictures show the scale of the fire damage at Leekes department store