As I'd missed the majority of their dates supporting The Gallows due to illness, I went with my friends 33 all the way to Bridgewater to catch them on their last show. Ben was in the crowd and had his front teeth chipped by a mic-grabbing hardcore kid (who didn't know the words anyway). Afterwards Chris, Ben and myself (all three well over 6foot and with a combined weight in the region of over 50stone) squeezed into a tiny three door car for a scary drive through freezing fog back to Wales.
I found these terrific postcards somewhere in Mid Wales a few years ago. Sorry for the blurry photos (Jeez, I sound like a complaining tattooer).
There is a Welsh Club tucked away in Neasden, North West London which has a particularly unique and interesting hand painted take on the Welsh flag.
