I have spent the last few days in sunny Cardiff. It was tres groovy 'cept for Saturday night when it became Hen and Stag night central. If I never see another overweight woman baring as much white flesh as current laws will allow (i.e. a LOT) while snogging a man wearing a Ben Sherman shirt and sporting a wispy moustache it will be too soon.
I think I live quite a sheltered indie-kid life. Portsmouth isn't exactly superbuff hotties cool dude central but if you know where to go and resolutely stick to those places then you don't have to experience the terrors of the townie/chav existance.
On the up side I got to see places where Doctor Who was filmed
Me: 'Oh yeah, I remember that bit! That's the church they were in the episode where Rose saved her Dad's life!'
'Oh yeah, that's where the rift opened up and they caught the last Slitheen!'
'Oh yeah, thats the department store where Rose worked! Cool!'
Kes: 'Is this the grand Doctor Who tour or something? I don't remember signing up to that'
On my return I found out that I am da shizzle when it comes to sitcoms. For anyone that wants to know what the 3 spin-offs from Happy Days are tune in tomorow but one of them is NOT Charles in Charge as Kes thought.
That is all.
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