Morning folks. 8.30am here. I have to write quietly as Hayley Parfitt is sleeping. My keyboard clicks might give it away though. We got asked the other day which food Welsh people eat? Thinking back I should have said bloodied corpses of dragons but I'm not that quick. Apparently we've all got ginger hair and spit a lot. Now I know a couple of girls like that, but as I told the individual involved, we are a truly loveable artistic and musical people who emit starlit pearls of goodness with every breath. This seemed confusing to her? Tomorrows stupid question will probably 'Do you live next to the queen?'. Speak to you all later.