[timwilky]

I can honestly say that I had the worst curry of my life a few years ago in Brecon.

On the way out, I congratulated the manager on the unique Poppapoms as I had never before tested stale ones.

The hotel was truely a delight, the front onto a square was covered in scaffolding. Consequently they had nailed our bedroom widows shut, In july. the heat was over powering despite the rain.

The daughters room was on the top floor. When she went to open the curtains they were dripping wet. Did I mention rain, well the roof was missing a roof.

The bar was fun, especially the idiot who decided to flash the daughter through the window. He thought she was laughing at what he was doing. No she was laughing because he had not seen the policemen standing behind him whilst he waved his willy.

In short Brecon was not a place I would hurry back to