At the roadside, somewhere in England, we see a rough-looking car. A policeman, notebook and pen in hand, is standing by the driver's door as he talks to the driver.

The policeman speaks with an English accent.
The driver speaks with a Welsh accent.

POLICEMAN: "I'm sorry sir but 'drowning your sorrows' is no excuse for driving under the influence of alcohol with no insurance, no road tax, no MOT, bald tyres, faulty steering and no brakes. I'm arresting you and I have to warn you that anything you say will be taken down . . .
DRIVER: Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch!
Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch! Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch!
(the policeman doesn't write anything and there is silence for a couple of seconds before he puts his pen back in his pocket and taps his cap in a sort of a salute as he steps back from the car)
POLICEMAN: Have a nice day Sir. Mind how you go.