Cardiff Blues...

.....it was a lovely, balmy night in the capital of Walesland last night. Unfortunately, I was so pooped I fell asleep reading my paper and woke at 4.30am, missing my planned walk to the Millennium Stadium.

The man at the met office had flicked the rain switch this morning and so I was fairly wet when I reached the client's office, complete with a seagull shite on my jacket shoulder. Top start to the day.

Heading for Manchester now, on a train which is skirting the Welsh border. There's some awfy bonnie wee valleys and vales here.