3/29/2005 06:49:00 AM|W|P|dan|W|P|We went to a place called Cwmcran yesterday, for an attempt at a day out. It was a pretty spot, up a too high mountain and livened up considerably by some wood carvings dotted about.
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You can see the rest here. Earlier we'd been to Caerphilly castle, which was old and crumbling as these things are wont to be, but which was in its own turn livened up considerably by some people dressing up as medieval soldiers and demonstrating siege engines. They had constructed replicas of a couple of trebuchets, a mangonel and a ballista, and were firing them into the moat. Which probably scared the hell out of the ducks, but was good fun nonetheless. I am blogging to:Kenny Burrell|W|P|111204654956770666|W|P|Wizards|W|P|danpawley@gmail.com4/11/2005 03:13:00 AM|W|P|Anonymous andrew|W|P|i never knew my big brother was such a good photographer, else it was Esther? My favourite is the one of your foot3/21/2005 05:29:00 AM|W|P|dan|W|P|Last week I heard a story about someone I knew in Dublin. When I was working in Henry St (home of the world's finest pavement stalls), I employed an Italian girl called Francesca. She was a good recruit - keen, knew her stuff and worked hard. One unusual thing was that she would never come to the pub after work or join in any kind of social activity. We used to joke that her husband was so jealous he kept her indoors all the time - she was very attractive. Only it turns out she wasn't really called Francesca at all. Or even from Italy. Her and her husband were actually Romanian, and had built themselves false identities so they could try to earn some money in our wonderful Western Europe liberal democracies. She got caught and deported. Last I heard, she was trying to get a legit visa, one that probably won't be issued because of the previous offence. What a stupid, sad story. I am blogging to: Refused|W|P|111135335631755642|W|P|Dublin Epilogue|W|P|danpawley@gmail.com3/02/2005 04:35:00 AM|W|P|dan|W|P|A weekend that seemed to be pretty much spent on the M4, which may be the dullest stretch of road in the country. Saturday night we were off to Bristol to see Nick Cave and a stripped down Bad Seeds - similiar to the show I saw in Dublin about 18 months ago. That was pretty bloody good but this was if anything better. For a four piece supposedly acoustic show, they kicked up a hell of a lot of noise. As always, Warren Ellis' amazing violin playing stole the show, but Cave himself was in good form - even joking with the audience, which is a rarity indeed. Great set list too - a lot of songs from the new album, but plenty of gems from the catalogue, like "The Ship Song", "Red Right Hand" and "Staggerlee". The Sunday we drove to Poole, to see my brother, his girlfriend and their new baby. My mum was also on hand to provide the requisite cooing and gooeyness. But she is a cute kid nonetheless, although we made our excuses and left at about the same time the phrase "she's just done an explosive poo" was spoken. I am blogging to:The Arcade Fire|W|P|110970709051126352|W|P|Bad Seeds And New Relatives|W|P|danpawley@gmail.com