Getting off the train at Pontypridd station around 6:30 on Friday evening, I found a cordon of police. They had set up an x-ray scanner and were searching anyone they thought might be carrying a knife. So that what the average youth takes with him for a Friday night out in Pontypridd. In my day the most lethal thing you came across on a Friday night out was a dodgy kebab.
The police decided that I didn't look shifty enough to warrant being searched. So you can tell how shifty the others must have looked.
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