Taffs Well
Basically, a very long high street, pubs at both ends and a Co-Op in the middle, situated between the economic crapspots of Pontypridd and Cardiff.
The town seems to be populated entirely with be-cariganed old ladies and some of the surliest adolescents outside Merseyside. The lack of architectural beauty and cultural life obviously goes without saying, despite the bizarre appearance of both a Harp Shop and a Mongolian Restaurant.
Unsurprisingly, the joke “Do you know Taffs Well – I didn’t even know he was ill” loses its appeal after repeated telling.
David Strong
"All my peers and contemporaries, their work ethic is utterly dictated by materialism: the amount of compromise they will make. I've seen them all, from the beginning. I was famous before all of them. I see them now, and I swear to you, they are the living dead. Their work is dead. They have no sparkle about their lives, about themselves. They're just treading water - they're not even treading water, they're treading fucking syrup. Bad syrup."