So. Hmm. I'm not in Cardiff. Oh no. Here's why.

I set off late (no need to tell you why cos its boring :) ) but still with plenty of time to get down to Wales and book into the hotel and get ready and get food and...well you see what I'm saying. I had plenty of time. Concert doesn't start until half past seven.

Forty five minutes into my journey I start heading into road works in which there is no hard shoulder and another motorway joins up with the one I'm on. Then, joy of bloody joys, my engine cuts out. All together. No hard shoulder to pull on to and a shed load of lorries and motor homes heading into my lane.

Oh how I swore. Luckily travelling at sixty miles an hour tends to mean you can jump start your car on the move. Thank god. Because did I mention THERE WAS NO HARD SHOULDER!!!!!

Thought I'd got away with it until I got out of the road works a couple of miles later. At which point my engine blows up. Yes, really. It did. Again, I was lucky as I was literally just a mile away from the services. Also I wasn't 'ded', always a bonus.

By this time I'm thinking oh god am I lucky to be alive and able to pull off somewhere with a loo (always important don't ya know, especially when you've just crapped yourself :lol: ). The road into the car park is flat and I've got enough speed left from the motorway to keep me going until I can pull into a space. Lucky, lucky me.

Last minute some complete tit in a white van pulls straight in front of the space I was just about to go into and I have to slam on the brakes. And that is it for the movement. There is no way I can even get it going enough to move into a space and I'm blocking a lane. Smoke is billowing out of the bonnet and I can smell the plastic and rubber burning. Bugger.

Luckily three knights in shining armour run over to push me into a space. (one of them was lush too ;) not that I looked. Or got his phone number *cough*)

Cue a two hour wait for the AA to turn up and tow me home. By the time I got back there was no chance of me getting into Cardiff before nine. Double buggeroo.

So here I am. At home. Not in Wales. Not going to see the Arctic Monkeys tonight. Not going down to the bay for dinner tomorrow. No sir.

In short I am not such a happy bunny, although at least I'm alive which is more than could be expected considering.

That is all.