Woke up feeling about as uninspired as an aphid about to enter a ladybird colony, and with not a lot planned. Hanging heavily at the back - and front of my mind was 6,500 tonnes of work I have to get sorted sometime before Monday, and a total lack of willpower to get started on the task. No doubt, Sunday will be fun!
Was lying kinda comatose on the couch, making perpetualy mental excuses not to go out, and the phone rang. A couple of friends were coming into Cardiff - and offered a meet up & lunch. Within minutes - another call, and another offer of a trip into CF. So, Saturday sorted - I found some clothes, threw them on, and headed for the rail station @ Queen Street.
Walking down Queen Street, our main shopping street, was a surreal experience. Crossing the road by the traffic lights, I encountered a group of pirates in full gear - one with a massive cutlass, another with an IKEA stuffed blue parrot. The group descended upon a nearby cashpoint and raided it mercilessly, I think, of eighty quid! All were given massive hi-fives largely by passing emos, who seem to like pirates. Must check up on that one!
Further down the street, I became aware of crazy violin music. I quickly discovered this was coming from a violin - being played by an American, walking a tightrope slung between two trees. A large crowd gathered as he fiddled & walked away, cracking passable jokes as he did so! After watching for a few minutes & taking in the atmoshere & sheer oddness, I continued down the street to discover...
... a chalk circle with pentagrams & mystic signs and four FIRE EATERS swallowing flames and blowing them out, like hyperactive dragons at a fire-fest. I wondered what fire must taste like - and thought probably somewhere between an over-spiced vindaloo curry and cooking oil. The show was pretty spectacular, the crowd wee impressed - as were the film crew that appeared to be reccording the event!
Walking on, and past the pirates again, I encounterd a band playing classic rock tracks very admirably. Thee guys were into their 50's, but drew the biggest crowds of all. Lots of Floyd, Focus, Dire Straits, etc... powerful sound.. very good... had to linger for quite a while!
Moving past the living, breathing, moving statue (Malcolm) - as always, totally white and dressed like Mozart, I noticed he was more animated than usual, jumping off his box several times, runniing into the assembled crowd and terrifying a number of small children - possibly to the stage of terminal heart failure, or at least an urgent change of pants!
At this point I noticed that about 85% of the living, breathing population - ie, those without zimmer frames & blue rinses, were either emo, indie, metalheads, skater or generally rockers of some other related style. It appeared that chavs and even townies were becoming extinct, and this really was a lift! Suprise too, didn't realize how far styles & culture had moved over here, and at such a fast pace. Too many silly gnome hats though - what's that all about?
Finally, to the brand new Wagamama - a Japanese 'fast food' style restaurant in the heart of the newly-developed Hayes area. Totally packed and very tasteful - complete with pirates(!) and 100% emo waiters who thankfully helped us make sense of the menu! I had a hot chicken curry'ish kind of thing with sticky rice & some skewer things which were HOT and supremely delicious.
An awesome eating experience, and great eye-candy too.
Now I'm at home, impossibly tired & enjoying a 'medicinal' Southern Comfort!
Nite! xx
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