So. I went to Wales. Cardiff in particularies. Again. I went at Easter before, but my sister decided things, for 'twas her burfmas. I wanted to go back t'Edinburgh (with its weird pronounciation of borough). I'm glad all the cards said Cardiff. Because castles are cool (I went to two: Cardiff Castle, a ruin done up by Bute and Burges (a crazy-rich guy and a screwy architect), and Castell Coch, a tiny little castle in the hills which was pretty much Bute's summer house), and *everyone knows how classy Primark is* . I do like castles. So. Very. Much. But they pale in comparison to sitting, like, twenty feet from a stage containing the one, the only, Eddie freaking Izzard! That's right! My very first comedian, whose mannerism and comic stylings have heavily influenced my own, is the first comedian I see live! ...Except the Michael Mittermeier, who opened for him, but I'm counting HEADLINERS here! We didn't even realise he was there then until we got there ('we' being myself, my sister and parents), so doubleplusgood, yes?!
      Anyways, hometime happened, and we took three hours driving back. With one topical radio comedy show (the Now Show), some old radio sitcom with Charlie McCarthy, several awful American radio shows (awful being especially applicable to the interview with a 'mommyblogger', who has an internship program to teach students how to blog. Yes, you read right. To any Americans reading this...why does this blog-internship exist?), and a Radio 4 Figures From History program, focusing on Florence Nightingale, the famous Lady of the Lamp, featuring two experts and an interviewer who...didn't seem too on the ball, considering one of the question was whether Florrie was interested in men or women. Yes, an 'informative' show randomly asked if one of the most famous figures in British history was a lesbian. Both of the experts were audibly dumbfounded. The only reason for this question seemed to be that Florrie never married, nor had children. Because anyone who doesn't sleep around is obviously homosexual. By the by, the general, slightly wonderwhying consensus was that she found men attractive, but was celibate.
      So. Finally. En concluse, hilly forests, two castles, EDDIE IZZARD, Doctor Who locations, DW bus tour was not a card, Travelodge is icky, Eddie's (no, not that Eddie's) Diner, bad late-night radio, home agains. Also, I now have a little red Welsh dragon called Idie.