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I first came here [pictured above] in circa 1972. I threw in a coin and wished not for a daughter born in the year 2006, but instead to win a gold medal in the 400 metres at the next Olympics. Ciao Sion
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Breakfast: A strange, but engaging combination of a few Shreddies a Weetabix and some porridge oats with cold milk. Walk to Work Snow had fallen over night to leave a settling of quite a few inches in Cardiff. From my humble abode in Canton it was down Cowbridge Road East where I came upon Mr Aled Blake. He then described his dream of the two of us drinking wine at a classy joint in London, where the barman was a certain Wynford Emanuel - who plies his trade in Cardiff as a PR man! It was over Canton Bridge into the centre of Cardiff, a very nice structure on which a certain Lana Banan a from LA had a very bad experience back in the summer Lunch: A beef baguette and a mug of tea in Servini's Cafe I then had a walk around the city centre and came across the director of IBW Ian Williams in a cafe with some very dubious looking company [colleagues]... okay they were fine, just fine. Random Thought: When people in the psychiatric chair are asked to describe their childhoods, pe
