I went to Cardiff over the weekend with a buddy of mine, Sid. Lets just say that the whole trip was a nice, drunken good time.
When we got off the bus in Cardiff, Sid's friend Gedge took us straight to the closest pub. Until recently, they brewed Brains there; Brains in this circumstance refers to the brand of Welsh beer, not zombie food. Sorry Matt.
Stayed there until we got kicked out, at which point we went to another bar on the way home. Gedge took good care of us. He knows exactly where to go for a drink.
Friday, we went to the old Welsh 'Big Pit': an ex-coal mine turned into a museum. The experience was quite good. Suffice to say, I have a nice big chunk of coal in my jacket pocket. I do think they need a sign that says 'Anyone this tall or higher may not ride'. The halls are thin, and the ceilings very low at points. The tour guide was quite good, and was quite good at giving an idea of how hard life was in the mines.
That night, we went out bar hopping. First a bar to find a bird that Sid met the first night, then a dead nightclub, and finally back at one of the bars we went to on Wednesday night. Interesting times to be had this time though. Gedge met these two English blokes (bloke = guy) who we had a bit of a chat with. One of them bought Gedge a drink, started hitting on him. Funniest thing ever. Gedge ended up getting the one guy's number. Tom, if you're reading this, I wouldn't expect a callback.
We finished the night at 4AM, and stumbled home. Stumbled being the operative word there. Had to get up in the morning to catch a bus back to London. Suffice to say, we had a good, drunken weekend in Cardiff (by weekend, I mean a Wednesday-Friday of course). Guess it was just a prep for my trip to Dublin on Saturday.
See you all on the 7th or 8th April.
When we got off the bus in Cardiff, Sid's friend Gedge took us straight to the closest pub. Until recently, they brewed Brains there; Brains in this circumstance refers to the brand of Welsh beer, not zombie food. Sorry Matt.
Stayed there until we got kicked out, at which point we went to another bar on the way home. Gedge took good care of us. He knows exactly where to go for a drink.
Friday, we went to the old Welsh 'Big Pit': an ex-coal mine turned into a museum. The experience was quite good. Suffice to say, I have a nice big chunk of coal in my jacket pocket. I do think they need a sign that says 'Anyone this tall or higher may not ride'. The halls are thin, and the ceilings very low at points. The tour guide was quite good, and was quite good at giving an idea of how hard life was in the mines.
That night, we went out bar hopping. First a bar to find a bird that Sid met the first night, then a dead nightclub, and finally back at one of the bars we went to on Wednesday night. Interesting times to be had this time though. Gedge met these two English blokes (bloke = guy) who we had a bit of a chat with. One of them bought Gedge a drink, started hitting on him. Funniest thing ever. Gedge ended up getting the one guy's number. Tom, if you're reading this, I wouldn't expect a callback.
We finished the night at 4AM, and stumbled home. Stumbled being the operative word there. Had to get up in the morning to catch a bus back to London. Suffice to say, we had a good, drunken weekend in Cardiff (by weekend, I mean a Wednesday-Friday of course). Guess it was just a prep for my trip to Dublin on Saturday.
See you all on the 7th or 8th April.
Paul
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