After the fancy dress party fiasco I decided to put it behind me as quickly as possible. No point crying over spilled milk – especially milk dressed as a famous person! So I got in my car, had a couple of ham sandwiches and headed out across the country to Aberystwyth.
The first thing I needed to do was learn how to pronounce the name without sounding like a fool. My subsequent three-hour journey mainly consisted of me saying “Aberystwyth” to myself over and over again like some kind of rubbish Tourette’s sufferer!
When I finally got to Abetyswyth I found yet another market town. Why does everybody in Wales want to get rid of things??? Anyway, I parked up and took a look at the tourist information centre, which was just a blind man with a dog, and before long I was on my way to the National Library of Wales.
I’m not a big reader (12 stone sopping wet hahahajoke!) but I do like to be in libraries. The eerie quiet and disdain poured upon you whenever you speak really made me miss home! I stumbled into the National Screen and Sound Archive of Wales but all they had there was the best bit from Gavin and Stacey playing on loop!
Two minutes later I was back in the main book area of the library, trying to look up the local history of the area. However, I got lost and ended up in the self-help section reading about casino tips and tricks.
I decided not to stay the night in Aberyswyth – the seaside Hull. My decision was primarily based on the fact that I was starting to run out of money, and couldn’t really afford a place to stay. I drove along the coast and parked up on a hillside and slept. When I woke up, a crowd of people had gathered around me thinking I was dead.
Bye!