Saturday 25th June part 2
Saturday breakfast with the landlady from hell went better than expected. I kept quiet and let the other guest do all the talking over breakfast. Turns out he had been on the receiving end too, he was asked the same question as I was regarding what time did he want breakfast and when he said 8:15 the reply was “I don’t do quarter hours, only half hours, make it 8 o’clock”. I can’t see him lasting three days.
I walked to the local station to catch the “school bus special” train to Cardiff. It stopped at every little hamlet where there was a station so it took a while. Only two carriages and they were packed so I stood all the way. It wasn’t made any easier when there were two love struck teenagers next to me who were busy sucking face most of the way to Bristol. She had a very nice face for him to work with and both seemed to be getting quite a considerable amount of enjoyment from his work.
Got to Cardiff and called in to Dave’s hotel to dump my bags while the GP was on. Not much point going all the way up the valley just to drop a bag off. Dave had an emergency and could not get internet access so I helped him get set up. While I was doing that Dave was tidying up. That meant he couldn’t find anything and he soon discovered some essential requirements for later on in the day were missing. Heaven and earth were moved and Dave eventually found the lost item exactly where he had put it. The room temperature went back to normal and Dave was smiling again so off we went to discover Cardiff. I had to pick up my GP ticket from Rebecca in the Prince Of Wales Hotel so called in there and left Dave to take his chances at the Walkabout Bar. Found Rebecca and her dad with BSF’ers Sandie, 21st Century Heathen and Pammie. Had a nice chat for a while and then money changed hands and one GP ticket was mine!! I moved on to the Walkabout Bar to find Dave which I did as soon as I walked in. I also found Bryn (my house guest when he visits Australia) and had a chat to him. Scott Smith, Richard Sweetman and a few other Aussies were on the next table enjoying the ambience and surroundings. Getting a drink at the bar was an adventure in itself and the speed they were serving people it would take a long time to get drunk.
Eventually decided to go find the Millennium Stadium and what a super stadium it is. Unbelievably noisy with all the air horns but everyone was jealous when I had the perfect solution, to take out my hearing aids!! Super view from every seat and in the middle tier between turns one and two where I was situated turned out to be a perfect vantage point. I sat next to the BSF’s Suzie Q from Poole and had a chat to her, nice lady she was too. As for the racing I thought it was a bit flat. Gate one was a graveyard and that effectively meant only three riders had a chance in each heat. Very few exciting races and generally most races were processions. A very tough first bend in the final with Hancock, Holder and Pedersen all within inches of each other and I’m sure slight contact was made between all three. It was amazing no one came off. Hancock proved a very popular winner and Nicki Pedersen was in no doubt how the crowd felt about him. Pedersen is a super rider but every now again he has total brain failure and looks too dangerous for my liking. Some of his racing lines are exactly where he wants to go but he doesn’t seem to worry if anyone else is already on that line. “Here I come ready or not” seems to be his motto. He would have been deadly at hide and seek when he was kid. If only he would ride with his brains I think he would be held in the same high regard as other multiple world champions’ line Tony Rickardsson and Hans Nielsen. All in all it was a good night, the stadium, atmosphere and noise was awesome and even if the racing was a bit flat you walked out feeling that you had experienced a special event. I even got a text message saying I had been spotted in the crowd on TV. They must have been looking at Sue and Rebecca next to me and I was in there by accident.
I walked back to Dave’s hotel, picked up my bags, walked back to the station to catch the last train up the Rhymney Valley to Hengoed I left Cardiff Central station at 10:25 and arrived at Hengoed at 11’ish. Cardiff Central station after 10pm in a life changing experience!! A huge range snapshot of all walks of life and miniskirts seem to be back in fashion. Not sure that every young lady has the legs that suit miniskirts but that didn’t seem to worry any of them. I also discovered that cleavage is the latest “must have” fashion accessory. I can imagine the girls getting ready to go out …. Hair done …. tick. Lipstick on …. tick. ear rings … tick, make up perfect … tick, cleavage …. OMG !!!! I’ve forgotten about my cleavage, I must go and change. Anyway, after I got to Hengoed I had a cuppa and a chat with cousin Lynda and husband Neil then fell into bed
Saturday breakfast with the landlady from hell went better than expected. I kept quiet and let the other guest do all the talking over breakfast. Turns out he had been on the receiving end too, he was asked the same question as I was regarding what time did he want breakfast and when he said 8:15 the reply was “I don’t do quarter hours, only half hours, make it 8 o’clock”. I can’t see him lasting three days.
I walked to the local station to catch the “school bus special” train to Cardiff. It stopped at every little hamlet where there was a station so it took a while. Only two carriages and they were packed so I stood all the way. It wasn’t made any easier when there were two love struck teenagers next to me who were busy sucking face most of the way to Bristol. She had a very nice face for him to work with and both seemed to be getting quite a considerable amount of enjoyment from his work.
Got to Cardiff and called in to Dave’s hotel to dump my bags while the GP was on. Not much point going all the way up the valley just to drop a bag off. Dave had an emergency and could not get internet access so I helped him get set up. While I was doing that Dave was tidying up. That meant he couldn’t find anything and he soon discovered some essential requirements for later on in the day were missing. Heaven and earth were moved and Dave eventually found the lost item exactly where he had put it. The room temperature went back to normal and Dave was smiling again so off we went to discover Cardiff. I had to pick up my GP ticket from Rebecca in the Prince Of Wales Hotel so called in there and left Dave to take his chances at the Walkabout Bar. Found Rebecca and her dad with BSF’ers Sandie, 21st Century Heathen and Pammie. Had a nice chat for a while and then money changed hands and one GP ticket was mine!! I moved on to the Walkabout Bar to find Dave which I did as soon as I walked in. I also found Bryn (my house guest when he visits Australia) and had a chat to him. Scott Smith, Richard Sweetman and a few other Aussies were on the next table enjoying the ambience and surroundings. Getting a drink at the bar was an adventure in itself and the speed they were serving people it would take a long time to get drunk.
Eventually decided to go find the Millennium Stadium and what a super stadium it is. Unbelievably noisy with all the air horns but everyone was jealous when I had the perfect solution, to take out my hearing aids!! Super view from every seat and in the middle tier between turns one and two where I was situated turned out to be a perfect vantage point. I sat next to the BSF’s Suzie Q from Poole and had a chat to her, nice lady she was too. As for the racing I thought it was a bit flat. Gate one was a graveyard and that effectively meant only three riders had a chance in each heat. Very few exciting races and generally most races were processions. A very tough first bend in the final with Hancock, Holder and Pedersen all within inches of each other and I’m sure slight contact was made between all three. It was amazing no one came off. Hancock proved a very popular winner and Nicki Pedersen was in no doubt how the crowd felt about him. Pedersen is a super rider but every now again he has total brain failure and looks too dangerous for my liking. Some of his racing lines are exactly where he wants to go but he doesn’t seem to worry if anyone else is already on that line. “Here I come ready or not” seems to be his motto. He would have been deadly at hide and seek when he was kid. If only he would ride with his brains I think he would be held in the same high regard as other multiple world champions’ line Tony Rickardsson and Hans Nielsen. All in all it was a good night, the stadium, atmosphere and noise was awesome and even if the racing was a bit flat you walked out feeling that you had experienced a special event. I even got a text message saying I had been spotted in the crowd on TV. They must have been looking at Sue and Rebecca next to me and I was in there by accident.
I walked back to Dave’s hotel, picked up my bags, walked back to the station to catch the last train up the Rhymney Valley to Hengoed I left Cardiff Central station at 10:25 and arrived at Hengoed at 11’ish. Cardiff Central station after 10pm in a life changing experience!! A huge range snapshot of all walks of life and miniskirts seem to be back in fashion. Not sure that every young lady has the legs that suit miniskirts but that didn’t seem to worry any of them. I also discovered that cleavage is the latest “must have” fashion accessory. I can imagine the girls getting ready to go out …. Hair done …. tick. Lipstick on …. tick. ear rings … tick, make up perfect … tick, cleavage …. OMG !!!! I’ve forgotten about my cleavage, I must go and change. Anyway, after I got to Hengoed I had a cuppa and a chat with cousin Lynda and husband Neil then fell into bed
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