The Megabus has been revolutionary for me. £8.50 return from London town to Cardiff City. Fantastic.
Budget coaches, airlines etc have meant an increase in travel and given the fat cats like National Express and British Airlines a ol' kicking up their you know what.

If your used to luxuary or like your boots licking don't bother with ze Megabus. Megabus is only for hardened vagabonds and those that don't mind spending a few hours having your back mashed up against the tiny double decker seats.
Took 3 hours from London Victoria to Cardiff Castle.
Another warning- DONT sit at the back of the bus. The engine is there and its swealtering back there. I made that fatal mistake once on a crowded summer trip and was fortunate I didn't melt away.
So....
Saturday, dropped my gear off at the Irish Leprechauns and headed to the usual haunt, "The Woodville."
We always seem to start our nights there, on the old shandy with a bit of grub. My retro yellow card worked wonders once again getting us discounts dispite it's oldness.
Press Airlines and Del Boy Chard arrived as to did Dancing man.
Moved on to Incognito. Was dead.
Moved to Coba. Lacked atmosphere but what it lacked in that, it certainly gained in the 'hot barmaid' area.
Then for some reason we went to the Kings X. Does that sound gay? Well because it is.
We had put away a fair few pints by this time. Now none of us are gay but the place seemed far more liberated than many places.
We danced a bit but left to see Acid face man in Walkabout. Dam we also missed 'Gordon John.'
The night went downhill from then onwards. We had a little sing song outside 'The Prince of Wales' with resident busker Press.
On to a dead Irish pub and then to the unusually dead 'Creation bar'
Man, what is happening to Cardiff. Saturday night, up for cheese, warm summer night, and no-one in Creation.
It went a little ugly in there. After getting insulted by some skank I was asked to leave after making a sceen- the bottle in my hand prob did it...
I'll leave it as that.
Fergal got all political again hurling abuse to who ever he could find. This time it was about Labour winning the election (Hes Labour)

Next day was glorious once again. Sun shining. Up early and down to Ramones for the £3.25 super breakfast.
We had a stroll around Cardiff bay, some kind of market going on there. Full of people too.

A few boats out too

Mid-afternoon we dropped Kevin off at central, picked up Press
and drove down to Barry.
Acid man has an unusual way of driving. When he comes to a round-about he drives the whole way around it like hes in a bumper car or driving arcade and then on the second go take his exit.
Barry is one of those tacky seaside towns. Full of arcades, sexed up teenagers, chip shops, welfare supported families, boy racers and a beach.

I actually liked it. After months stuck in London town it was lovely to see the sea, hills and take in the fresh sea air.
Fergal didn't think too much of it. He wanted out. Press on the otherhand was loving it and made for the amusement park.
Polanski would have a field day in a place like this, it's a thin line ones walking if your out on the pull in a Barry nightclub. Just remember to check I.D's!

By the evening we were knackered. Bed at 10pm!
Next day I paid a visit down memory lane to 'Roath Park.'

At 3pm I caught the Megabus back to London.....
Sometimes I think about moving back...........
ahhh