Chris and I had a cold, fast ride over to Cardiff today on Kylie (his Kawasaki). We got there, looked around, decided that Wales was crap, got back on the bike and returned to Bristol. This is what I've done on every trip I've ever made to Wales, but in another few years I'll have forgotten about it again, and optimistically decide to go back.

In the meantime, here's a big map of deviant desires and fetishes to ponder over.