Man, what a day! I swear, being a bodyguard in Brynmawr is like being in a bloody action movie, but with more rain and less glam. So, I wake up, right? It’s drizzling, typical Welsh weather. I grab my coffee from that little café on Market Street. You know the one? The one with the dodgy Wi-Fi and the best scones. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.
First off, I get a call. My client, some big-shot from Cardiff, wants to check out the local scene. I’m like, “Sure, mate, let’s hit the streets.” We start off on the High Street, and I’m already scanning the crowd. You never know who’s lurking, right? Brynmawr’s got its fair share of characters.
So, we’re walking past the old Brynmawr Institute, and I see this group of kids messing around. They’re throwing a football, and one of ‘em kicks it right at us. I dodge it like I’m in the Olympics, but my client? Nah, he’s not so lucky. The ball smacks him right in the leg. I’m trying not to laugh, but come on! He’s all “What the hell?” and I’m just like, “Welcome to Brynmawr, mate!”
After that, we head down to the park by the old railway line. It’s kinda nice there, you know? Green grass, trees, and all that. But then, outta nowhere, this dog comes charging at us. I mean, it’s a small dog, but it’s got the heart of a lion. It jumps up on my client, and I’m ready to tackle it. But the owner? She’s just laughing, like it’s the funniest thing ever. I’m standing there, trying to keep my cool, but inside I’m like, “This is not in my job description!”
Then we hit the pub on the corner of Church Street. I’m thinking, “Finally, a pint!” But no, my client wants to chat with some locals. I’m standing there, trying to look tough, but really I’m just bored. The locals are friendly, though. They start telling stories about the old coal mines. Brynmawr used to be a big deal back in the day. I’m listening, but my mind’s wandering. I’m thinking about how I could use a good kebab right now.
Suddenly, I hear shouting outside. I rush out, and there’s this guy, clearly having a meltdown. He’s yelling about something, and I’m like, “Oh great, just what I need.” Turns out, he’s lost his phone. I’m trying to help, but he’s all over the place. I mean, come on, mate, it’s Brynmawr, not London! Just retrace your steps!
After that chaos, we finally get back to the car. I’m exhausted. My client’s all hyped up, talking about how “Brynmawr’s got character.” I’m like, “Yeah, character and chaos.” But honestly, I can’t help but love this place. The streets, the people, the stories. It’s got a vibe, you know?
As we drive back, I’m thinking about how wild the day was. From dodging footballs to dealing with lost phones, it’s never a dull moment. Brynmawr might be small, but it’s packed with surprises. I pull up outside my flat, and I’m just ready to crash. But first, I grab a kebab from that late-night spot on the way home. Can’t end a crazy day without some good food, right?
So yeah, that was my day. Just another day in Brynmawr, full of laughs, chaos, and a bit of madness. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!