If you have forgotten who you are, where you live and can hold your head high while drinking cider and smoke ten packs of **** a day, Merthyr Tydfil is the place for you.
You can get a local tart knocked up and get council house because no other f*cker wants them.
You can enjoy an endless supply of weed and enter the monthly competition among locals to see how many doors, prams, broken windows, cars, black bags, stinking nappies and piles of dog ****, you can collect in your front garden.
If you’re a druggie or alcoholic and enjoy monthly visits of your kids in foster care, Merthyr Tydfil is paradise.
