"It's just a five minute walk...."

Had a great time in Cardiff this weekend, we set off at 1.30 Friday afternoon, trusty sat nav in tow, intending to get past Birmingham by rish hour. No sodding chance as the traffic going down the M6 was horrendous! Eventually got to our hotel at 7pm.

For our tea we went to a lovely little Italian called Bella Italia where i had the most amazing pizza ever, we also saw Trevor Sinclair in there too. No-one else batted an eyelid apart from us. They must see England Internationals every day in Cardiff!

Met Emily, Boyo, Henri and Schminky Steve (the real life alien) after we'd had our tea. Went to some random bar which i wasn't that keen on. They had the most horrendous barman stripping for some poor girl who was unlucky enough to have a birthday. There were some scary looking people in there too.

After that we had one of the famous 'five minute walks' to another bar. I'm sure they have a different time zone to us as they were NOT 5 minute walks! This bar was a bit better, we then went to Insomnia via a failed attempt to get in walkabout, and stayed in there until 2.30.

We failed to get in walkabout due to Boyo and Henri both wearing trainers, Boyo had an ingenious plan to put their socks over there trainers, so they could try again. This caused much hilarity between us, and some random paramedics, and although Boyo's looked far more convincing, it was actually Henri who got past the scary door woman and Boyo who got turned away!

Insomnia was quite cool. Sat downstairs for a bit and watched a ridiculously pissed lad who quite frankly didn't look old enough, and a weird looking lad attempting to kick off with each other, and then toddled off upstairs to see if there was anything there. What we did find was an empty room with a bar and a pool table. Brilliant!

On Saturday we got to Ninian Park after another 'five minute' walk and met up with Lauren. The match was a bit crap, apart from Prestons two goals, which did look better on the telly. Thankfully afterwards we had Steve as our escort back to the city centre, handy really as for some unknown reason Henri had decided to wear his Preston shirt! We pissed ourselves as a little child of roughly 7 years old pushed him and called him scum! On the way back there was some sort of asian parade going on which was really really good, lots of women dressed in lovely coloured saris and men singing and dancing and banging drums. Some people we're painted blue for some reason too :-S

After we got back to the centre we parted ways, the drive back was miles better, took us about 3 1/2 hours, and we saw Liam Chilvers at the services, coming out of Burger King. Maybe that's why Preston can't win any matches ;-)