Slightly Welsh

One interesting and very exciting thing my Dad told me last night was that his ancestors are Welsh. This is brilliant news, because although I love to mock the Irish/Scottish/Welsh, I have always had a secret desire to be celtic, and, in a way, I now am. I will take great pride in telling people that I am slightly Welsh. I may even celebrate St David's Day.

Today I went to London to meet Esteban, which was lovely, we ate sandwiches, drank coffee and popped into the Tate Modern to mock the art (I was so tempted to knock down the big pile of boxes in the main hall which claimed to be art - I think if you look at the picture, you'll see exactly what I mean). Since we were meeting at Picadilly Circus, as usual, I decided to make my way there from Waterloo on foot with no maps and no use of the tube. Amazingly I made it in about 20 minutes, so I guess I must know London better than I thought. I like to think of myslef as Londoner. Oh bother, I guess I'll have to be a Welsh Londoner.

No word from anyone wanting to offer me a job for easter yet.

There's a good picture here of Steve looking typically chilled as well as the one of boxes. This is included purely so you can put a name to the face. He's a bit Welsh, too, so I understand...

And now my father is arriving with his arms full of Chinese takeaway, so my work here is done...