Random thoughts from the weekend:

I am too old to inhale microwaved vodka on a Saturday night as a leisure activity.

Porn is excellent.

Pies are excellent.

Bare footed football on Barry Island beach is also excellent, as is crazy golf.

My fiancé hates the cold ocean but likes cliff hopping.

The Welsh National Museum has the most amazing collection of fine art and, more excitingly, displays of bees, moorhens and foxes. Anyone who is in Cardiff should go there. NOW.

The more time spent in bed reading about King Arthur, the better, frankly.

There is nothing more heart-warmingly appropriate than the sight of a Welshman in waders slowly fishing great festering bucketfuls of algae out of the Log Flume at Barry Island Pleasure Park while pasty legged families watch and mutter “Well I don’t think it’ll be open for Monday do you?” Ah, the faded seaside glamour.

The first shellfish of the year tastes the best.

Megabus journeys are not always bad. You can make friends therein.

2am voicemails from Burners who have clearly consumed too much are a joy to wake up to.

It is possible to get sunburnt whilst still wearing your winter coat. In Wales only.

There still are lots of teenage Goths in the world.

“Under Pressure” is a great song.