The great experiment, Fri 27 Feb 09. Six Nations rugby on a Friday night. France hosting Wales. We get an early start (4pm), hit the Rummer Tavern, the Goat Major, and then head into the scrum in Dempseys. You cannot move in there.
It's a complete moshpit. There's even a queue for the gents. Anyway, in the queue at halftime, everyone talking about the game, and one of the blokes says
"Jesus, where are you from?"
I said "Pontcanna", with a cheeky grin. And then say "Nah, I'm from Oz".
"Great mate, how long have you been here?"
"Almost a year," I say.
"A year, and you still sound like that?"
"That's nothing, you should have heard me a year ago!"
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