Taffs Well
04 August 2005
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 pubs are terrible places now. I mean you wouldnÕt have known a decent pub at your age, I shouldnÕt think. They didnÕt have fucking music. They didnÕt have cigarette machines. They didnÕt sell the chemical beer. They were for proper drinkers, not for fucking yobs, hooligans. I want to go into a pub and meet interesting people, not to look at a lot of people sitting on the floor drinking out of tins. I canÕt stand it. Mostly people in your age group. Ruin pubs."