Final stop on the Show You How It’s Done World tour is Cardiff.
I love and hate this town. Some good memories of coaching the Cymru Choir, but I still haven’t forgotten that miserable day in 2007 when bloody Wayne Barnes lost the rhythm and dropped the baton. Wonder if he’s figured out who sends him those Christmas cards every year. Perhaps I shouldn’t be signing them “Lord Ted“.
Every time I think of that day, I have to inhale a Maketu Curried Mince and drain a firkin of Double Dragon. Burp-o-rama ding dong. Fossie’s getting a bit peeved with the aroma, but better out than in I say.
The local band reckon they’re a chance to give their best rendition since 1953, but they say that every time. I’m backing SonnyBoyBilly to show them a thing or two about the slide trombone, oomphah, and Young Richie to give a master class in looking innocent.
Yours in leeks