On the contrary, I did go to Bridgend for a while. (When everyone's busy with the Rugby Grand Slam, I was going in the opposite direction coz I have no interest in rugby whatsoever.)
Bridgend reminded me of Sunderland, and I could only compare Cardiff to Newcastle. So people who have been staying in Newcastle and then been to Sunderland for a day trip or something like that, then you would know what I'm talking about.
It's just a nice quiet town that's somewhere in between Cardiff and Swansea, and loads of people from work actually travel from Bridgend to work daily. (Plus it's only a 20 minute ride on the train so it's not that long. It would have been longer to drive though...distance and traffic conditions make it so.)
Had a nice quiet night at home, didn't get much to anything except some chit-chatting. (Besides...who knows what the town would be like at night coz it's very much dependent on how the results of the rugby went: Wales or France)
But after some talking and thinking (Yes, I DO think!), I think:
- When guys gossip, they're worse than girls.
- Girls are (usually, but not necessarily) more aggressive in office politics than guys.
- Some things never change. Never have, never will.
My latte over lunch in Wetherspoons. Most of the shops weren't open. Either they're too hungover after all the celebrations or they're just too depressed over the loss. (I don't know why but that's what I'm guessing.)
Had mixed grill for lunch...but forgot all about my camera by the time the food arrived (I was starving), so no pics then, unfortunately.
So had a nice weekend generally. Wasn't really busy but wasn't totally unproductive either. Would wanna go down to Bridgend again. I haven't got the chance to go to the designer outlet, which I heard was quite good. Must go, must go!
P/S: Wales won the 6 Nations Rugby. So they must be hungover then. :P
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