An english visitor to a small welsh village was approached by one of the deacons of the local chapel who asked him if he was going to attend the chapel on the sunday.
"Wouldn't that be a little pointless." said the man. "All the services are held in welsh, and I don't understand the language."
"Ah," said the deacon."But the collection is in english."
A prominent welsh minister travelling home at night was greatly annoyed when a young man, much the worse for drink, came and sat next to him.
"Young man." he declared."Do you not realize you are on the road to perdition?"
"Oh hell." said the young man. "I could have sworn this bus goes to Llanelli."