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CARDIFF

Cardiff was the chosen venue for this weekend, given Wales' final game of the Six Nations Championship at home to Scotland, and that Liz S had finally returned from her 'research' in the depths of the Peruvian jungle.

After battling with the traffic jams on Friday night, Nick L, Simon F and I all eventually met up and ventured out into the illustrious misgivings of Cardiff town centre. After paying repeatedly to gain entry to various different bars, the sighting of Craig Quinnell, and a rather scary incident involving a group of nurses, we decide that the warm-up to tomorrow's all-dayer has been well rehearsed and that we should retire for the evening.

The grand national beckoned on Saturday and my £8 mixed bet returned a £7 income from an each-way bet on What's Up Boys, overall loss £1. In celebration, we went out once more, encountered Liz S and Helen P huddled next to a bunch of butch lesbians (two of whom decided later on to go and 'cuddle' in the male toilets) and began booing at all the victorious Scotland fans.

Many a lager later and we found ourselves queuing in McDonald's for a midnight burger, still booing at anything in a kilt. Somehow we booed at a middle-aged Welsh woman wearing a Welsh rugby shirt, who immediately accused us of being English. "I'm more Welsh than you are" Nick retorted, in full retaliation mode. "You're not, you've got an English accent" she replied, "it's a North Walian accent actually" came Nick's reply. And on it went, at midnight, in the middle of McDonald's, in full view of the entire restaurant. Nick began to show off his Welshness with the few words of Welsh that he knows. "Well you've had the opportunity to learn Welsh" came the woman's reply, obviously struggling for a coherent argument. "I never had the chances you students have today" she added, trying to steer the argument away from the initial confrontation. Having observed the proceedings and not interfered, I chose my moment and piped up with the words "well I blame the government." She agreed and it looked as though it was all over, until Nick started the original argument up once more. Enjoying myself too much, I began chanting 'Croeso y Cymru' in my very best Welsh accent and asking the locals if it was acceptable Welsh. Then we decided we didn't want any food after all, and left.