WHERE WAS DAFFYD?

Ah Wales, a land where they speak gaelic (not homo tongue), drink beer, sing songs and play a little rugby. I was in Cardiff on Saturday to watch the rugby with some of the boyos. It’s almost as if they built the entire town around Millenium Stadium as an afterthought. It seemed like the whole city had come out to watch the rugby. All the roads were closed off to traffic and the bars were jam packed. Just before kickoff a mass of red humanity streamed out of the bars and pubs and into the stadium. Listening to seventy three thousand people singing the welsh national anthem was spine tingling. Listening to a hundred aussies singing Advance Australia Fair was equally moving (well almost). By all accounts after the game, the boys had a good time drinking beer and singing Tom Jones classics with the locals. I hot footed it back to London to the Metra (It took me four hours)

By the way we lost 24-22. Goodbye Mr Jones!