A month in Cardiff

I should have been blogging all through this month - I've had the time but not the inclination. Perhaps a line or two on the specifics will be sufficient?

Kites: Got a DP Pwer 3.5 metre quad line traction kite and she's lush. Ozone budget range, to all intents and purposes with the build quality that marque (or absence thereof) provides. I've barely had opportunity to fly it though, the week before it arrived I went to Porthcawl with Lee and we nearly lost his 6 metre slingshot over the lifeboathouse - a quick rooftop adventure saved the day though and we discovered Rush kites down the road, so I'll be stopping in there for some stakes and pads as I've now got a Scrub landboard and such so I need the safety gear. Go here though, if you are buying anything kitey - they are brilliant. Secnod time out was to Barry Island - need an empty day as Sunday morning there are people out there with no grasp of physics who seem to think a 3.5 kite travelling horizontally in a force 4 won't cause brain damage on impact, nor will lines cut you to the bone. I ended up having a strop and shouting at Mars and she made us go home.

Games: Got a new Goodmans flat tube telly for the consoles (plasma and HD and all that won't do for my lovely interlaced PAL retro consoles) and played through Half Life 2 and Riddick on the OxBox whilst waiting to start a job.

Work: All agancies will lie sufficiently to get you to take whatever position they are trying to fill. I am an underwriter for another bank at present, and both they and the agency have lied through their teeth, not to mention the training that couldn't have been less well planned had the Italian armed forces been in charge.

Flat: We're getting there. It does feel like home though. Then again, everywhere does to me, to a point.

Town: Cardiff is rather nice. Certainly within acceptable parameters. Can't wait until I've got some money to enjoy it. Plus the media keeps throwing me little glamorous snippets of Manchester. The new Oasis video to 'The Masterplan' with the band and modern day Mancunia shown in LS Lowryvision almost brought a nostalgic tear to my eye the other day. Almost.

Her Indoors: Give her a jangly belt, a bread making machine and a prosperous and dynamic career progression and she's as happy as a pig in the proverbial. We are both in love with the same local pub, which has helped settling in a lot.

People: Not many yet - one evening's drinking with a rather sound chap off the internet forums I frequent and a couple of mate from up in the valleys so far - not had the cash to make friends. Can't fault Cardiff's taste in women though - sooner or later I'll get run over whilst gawping.

Money: I've forgotten what that is.

Forest: Top of the league and being sued by David Platt. Not sure which is making me smile more. I hope Doughty spends a couple of his millions bankrupting the deluded shagwit with legal fees by drawing the proceedings out over half a decade and contersueing for the millions he spent on his italian mates who played about a game each.

There, I've caught up now.