A tourist visiting Wales walks into a pub and orders an ale. Sitting next to him is a man from the small village with a disgruntled and angry look on his face. Wanting to strike up a conversation and meet the locals, the tourist says, "Hello, I'm John Jones - I'm from the US and came here to trace down my family genealogy.
The disgruntled local Welshman says, "My name is Hayden - not that a name means a damn!"
The tourist, taken by surprised by the Welshman's remark says, "Sorry? Why doesn't a name mean a damn?"
Hayden sighs loudly, downs his last swallow of Brains Bitter, turns to the confused tourist, points out the pub window and says:
"You see that floating quay wharf stretching out into the sea for docking boats? I built that wharf with my own two hands, but do they call me Hayden the Wharf builder? NO!"
"And look at the stone wall lining this roadway for 1000 meters! I built that too, alone with my own two hands, but do they call me Hayden the stone mason? NO!"
"And look at all the roofing workmanship throughout the village! I roofed nearly every home in this village with my own two hands, but do they call me Hayden the roofer? NO!"
Then he leans in close to the tourist and whispers, "...but you fuck one goat!"