Town's Folk
This is a happy scene from one of Bewdley's parks. The local folks come here to drink White Lightning cider and talk about life, whether they be blacksmiths, vicars or carpenters.
Here are just some of the happy chappies you can expect to meet around Bewdley. These lads are probably on their way to church.
Because of a law that dates back to the days of isolation during the plague, no one is allowed to bring food into Bewdley, so a truck is used to bring supplies from Cardiff once a year. Stanley was dropped on his head when he was a baby but managed to find his niche at the age of 13 driving the food wagon. He is always a welcome face in Bewdley and children squeal with delight at the sight of him.
Pictured here are some of the strange race of people who live on the East side of the river known as 'Ribbon-Hall' for its unique gift wrapped town hall. They remain childlike for their whole lives but many of them are over 80 years old. They do not eat or drink but gain their energy from watching people with bikes, skateboards, rollerblades, scooters, wheelchairs and trolleys 'do tricks'. This means that any non-locals should always be aware of these pack beasts as they can turn nasty if your 'tricks' do not satisfy their hunger. Unfortunately their tastes are very unpredictable as their favourite wheeled toy changes on a daily basis.
Bewdley has a thriving gay community and the tolerance and open mindedness of the Bewldey people is demonstrated beautifully by their efforts to organise the annual 'gay parade'. Local gays are pulled from their houses at 5am and dragged by a horse and cart through town for hundreds of baying families. Because of the staggering frequency of chavy inbreeding in the local area, there was never a gay community until June 2001. After watching an episode of 'Will and Grace' the town mayor was highly amused by the curious movements and funny voice of the gay character and asuming real life shirt-lifters were as hilarious, he ordered 20 gays from a Canadian mail order company. Despite the best efforts of Bewdley folk to get them to 'do the funny voice' and 'wear dresses' the promises of the Mayor proved empty and the gays did nothing but go shoe shopping with everyones girlfriend.
A real life shirt-lifter earlier today
Right, that's it Clive, we're going home
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