Alright, had a shitty week at work so when I got home I thought I go and see the presentation for the Welsh Olympic ans Paralymic athletes at the Senedd (Welsh parliament) building down the bay, which I can see from my window. I was meant to start at 4pm, I got there about 6pm. Well, 2 brass bands, 3 male voice choirs band a clarinet player later, there was no sign of an Olympic medal on stage. All I wanted to see was the Welsh girl with achondroplasia who some gold medals in the Paralympics.Turns out she's not really from Wales anyway.
I'm convinced that gatherings of people here have the smell of bacon and vinegar.
So I went back to the bay for a beer.
At one of the bars I got into a conversation (about the price of a pint at this bar...£4...that's London prices!) with a couple from out west in Pembrokeshire which is where my work is right now. They were great, and I will catch up with them when I'm out there. They, and their friends love Australia (they've never been) and wouldn't let me buy a drink. I did have to wing it during rugby conversations.
Speaking of London prices, I spent last weekend in that great city with my mate Jason and his partner Rachael and new baby Selby. Lots of good food courtesy of Jason who is a fantastic cook (Guinea fowl, Cromer crab) and lots of Jason's own cider. Also did a street food market in Hackney (the street food thing is big there, and pretty good) and a tour of about 8 north London pubs that do only real ales (into them) and ciders (not the fizzy sweet ones). Lotsa fun. Can't wait to go back.
Anyway back to tonight. Dropped into my local, The Packet, for a quick one on the way home. Ordered a drink and this bloke heard me and asked where me accent was from (which happens a lot) and got me join join his friends for a drink. They were all Welsh speakers...Geraint, Dewi, Sian, Glyn and every other Welsh name you can think of. They wouldn't let me buy a drink, but the conversation always turned back to rugby. It got a bit weird when Dewi invited me back to his place for dinner.
So I legged it. Hungry.
I got a kebab on the way home. So ashamed. Watched a very funny QI and thought I would start calling home. No credit...aaarrggh, but I gathered writing a blog is better than drunk dialling. Thank god for spell check.
