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For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, Wolfcastle enters Wong’s Authentic Chinese Kebab and Pie Shop. Hoping to curry favor with the ethnically diverse, we return now to Ddwwchllyff’s ethnic diversity.

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 12
When he had arrived in Wales, the young Ddwwllychff had, in addition to the battered old suitcase and Welsh phrase book, an envelope. Not wishing to cast her first born out into the world totally on his own, his mother had made contact with a local Cardiff Indian organization. There were no Bangladeshi groups in the city at that time. To her son she had given the envelope. The envelope contained a letter of introduction which he was instructed to pass to the head of the Indian organization who she’d arranged to greet the boy in Cardiff. On the long journey to Wales Ddwwchllyff had treasured that envelope above all things… the envelope had born the unmistakable odour of his beloved mother – a mix expensive French perfume, cheap Italian gin and mid-priced Swiss chewing tobacco.

Arriving in Cardiff the boy had little difficulty in spotting his greeter. The figure stood almost seven feet tall from his bare feet to the top of his brilliantly coloured, feather headdress. Ddwwchllyff meekly handed over the envelope. His greeter took it, opened it and carefully digested the contents of the letter contained in the envelope. The boy had thought it an odd thing to do but figured that eating letters was normal practice in this country. The greeter introduced himself as Big Chief Running Water of the Saachewin tribe, but stated that Ddwwchllyff could call him BCRWunreproduciblesymbol... “Everyone else does” he had added.