Currently there is a rugby mania engulfing Wales called the Six Nations Championship. Rugby is big here and this is one of the biggest events of the year. Also, March 1st is Saint David's Day. Saint David is the patron saint of Wales and at this time of year the Welsh celebrate their culture mostly by the excessive placement of daffodils and partaking in local goodies like laverbread. The timing of this festival of cultural pride and its intersection with the Six Nations Championship means that this is a time of pretty major celebration for the people of these parts, which means that people drink a lot of beer. Actually, it's mostly like any other time of year except with more sport watching and daffodils.
Last night I went out with a group of people from work and we ended up in a strange American-themed pub in central Cardiff called Old Orleans to eat foods saturated in BBQ sauce and watch Wales play France (Wales lost). It was fun but, even more than usual, the bar was saturated with people dressed in oddly inappropriate ways. There was one man with his trousers around his ankles, his jeans were so baggy. And there was a slew of women wearing almost nothing and pulling it off quite badly. It was like a congregation of badly executed tranny's. One 'lady' had the most obscene fake tan I've ever seen in my life. The woman had white hair kind of like Pamela Anderson or Linda Hogan and the most orangey coloured skin I've ever seen.
Dan got right to the point when he said, "Is there a prostitute convention in this place?"
(Image from here)