Who are we?

We're a mixed bag of marbles today and indeed, many have actually lost theirs. We're an insular bunch so to speak, and very protective of our treasures, especially the Victorian ones. Yes, Victorianism abounds in Llandudno, the architecture, the Alice in Wonderland connection and even Jack the Ripper was rumoured to have taken a short break here in 1888 in-between cutting throats and removing large intestines down in the East End of London.

Today, we enjoy taking photographs of the scenic beauty of the place, then posting endless views of the pier and West Shore sunsets on social media while exclaiming "I love living here" and "This is the best place in the world to live". Obviously, these people very rarely descend Penrhyn Hill, or branch out to Llandundno Junction. 

One of our favorite pastimes is complaining about the sand on the North Shore, albeit lack of sand, due to the coastal sea defenses constructed by the local council a number of years ago. How many of these so called locals actually hire a deck chair and actually sit on the sand during the summer? Do their children purchase buckets and spades and make sandcastles around the tide-pools? 

No, they're off abroad

Oh this year I'm off to sunny Spain, Y viva Espania
I'm taking the Costa Brava plane, Y viva Espania
if you'd like to chat a matador, in some cool cabana
and meet Senorita's by the score, Espania por favor