Well well well, boys, girls, and variations thereupon, my Made in Roath weekend has left me proper wiped out, so I'm afraid all the wordy bollocks (i.e. the actual write-ups of my aforementioned exhaustingly amazing weekend) will have to again wait tomorrow.
(I'm not even hungover, or anything, so I can't blame it on that!)
But in the meantime, I bring you once more some visual odds and bobs to feast your eyes upon. As Jon said in a previous post, it's amazing the stuff you come across when you just let loose, and wander.
So, till my next post, when I will be blogging about my trip back to a WWI era military hospital, writing poems for members of the public (like ye barde of olde), my participation in a workshop which involved both folk songs and playdough, the hour I spent writing about a roller disco, having my portrait drawn, going on an intellectual trek around the Howardian nature reserve, and a cabaret showcase which included a musical number about serial killing.
Y'know. Normal weekend stuff.