If the game was called “go to Wales as much as possible, then die” I would now be a step closer to winning.

That aside last weekend was still pretty win. I met Matt and his room-mate (who is the hottest guy ever), I stole music and DVDs, we played some DOA, I was forced to watch Dune, prodigious quantities of fast-food and alcohol were consumed and I saw one of those guys painted up pretending to be a statue. Only he was the worst statue ever, because he was moving around and singing.

We also went to the coolest bar in the world! There was leather and pale wood as far as the eye could see, a stubbly and knowledgeable antipodean barman who furnished us with free snacks pretty much on tap, the music was pleasing and quiet enough that voices needn’t be raised. In short, it was everything a bar should be, apart from the small matter of a £250 annual membership fee. Though, I think you totally get your money’s worth.

Other things of note:
- Matt has a sucky TV
- Some girl on the train home totally fancied me
- Real cities are much bigger than Derby
- chocolate tastes better when it belongs to someone else and is out of date
- Cardiff is bought and paid for by the Umbrella Corporation