Good Friday eve the wife and myself went with her sister and husband to a Steak house down the bay area of Cardiff. The meals are not that cheap but worth it. The cost of drinks there is very expensive. We have been there before. So, on this occassion we left the house early ,so as we could call in a wetherspoons pub in the city centre to have a bevy before we caught the bus to take us the 15min journey down to the bay.
Whilst enjoying a very pleasant pint of 'Abbot', there was a tap on my back and this chap in a lovely Scottish accent asked me whereabouts in Scotland was I from. He said he was from Edinburgh and down for the weekend on a stag party. I very quickly explained I was Welsh and that the tartan I had on was a welsh one and that while welsh cilts are a realitively new thing there is a huge choice now of welsh family tartans. He didnt know that and thought it was great. We then chatted about footie n rugby and other things until the wife and myself had to go. He was a real nice guy .. it was a shame to stop the conversation.
Then on Sat we went with several friends for a hike and then a visit to the Red Cow to grab some pub grub n a pint.
This is the spookie part ... As I was eating a lush cheese n onion toastie there was a tap on my should and a chap said to me (not the same guy by the way) ... were you in wetherspoons last night early eve ... yes I said ... thought I recognised you he said and enquired why we were there. I told him we have been going to the red cow for donkeys years and walking around the area etc. He lived in the next village down the road.
Yet again, the cilt/kilt makes for interesting if not spookie adventures in meeting people.
Iechyd Da
Derek
Originally Posted by Santa Wally
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