Well we went to Cardiff..... Strictly as part of our comprehensive training schedule of course. Conor had read that Wales was the land of valleys, and therefore by a smudge of lateral thinking there would surely be roughly double the amount of mountains. Which leads me on to wonder why its not called the land of mountains for that exact reason. Tourist Boards know nothing compared to Conor it would appear.
Alas we found neither hill nor vale, so we went and got smashed and watched the rugby instead. If nothing else it would help develop stamina, albeit of the totally wrong variety. Ash and Sullie were unable to make the trip, Sullie was wrestling bears in Alaska, while Ash was learning a dialect of Spanish after trying to find a good climb over there. Munster won, the shakes finally left my hands about 20 min before I started this post, and all lost brain cells remained lost...forever.
One story of note however, involves Ashs' brother Hamish 'Crazy' Mcrae. He decided that a bathtub is more comfortable than the floor and duly threw himself into one at 2.34am approx. The hotels he is apparently used to must have higher star ratings as well as bigger tubs but anyway... I was awoken twice to the sound of running water followed not so swiftly by 'Ahh Fuck'......
One story of note however, involves Ashs' brother Hamish 'Crazy' Mcrae. He decided that a bathtub is more comfortable than the floor and duly threw himself into one at 2.34am approx. The hotels he is apparently used to must have higher star ratings as well as bigger tubs but anyway... I was awoken twice to the sound of running water followed not so swiftly by 'Ahh Fuck'......
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