Well, Mr & Mrs Wilt (less Salty Dog) took a trip to Cardiff to see Paul McCartney in concert at the Millennium Stadium – and boy was he brilliant. Wilt hopes he is as fit as him at his age – indeed he wishes he was as fit as him now!
Salty Dog, in the care of Ms Wilt this weekend, take notice please!
Several encores later he (Paul) performed non-stop for three hours. And what a nice, unassuming and grounded man – what an artist!
What a venue, and Cardiff is such a great city – the people cannot do enough for you, and so kind. Not only was there Macca but also the Armed Services Day, with HMS Kent, those brave, brave servicemen/women of all forces past and present marching proudly (rightly so) with an armada of helicopters and the Red Arrows flying overhead.
It, seriously, brings a lump to your throat – at least it did mine.
And the weather – just brilliant! Befitting the city, the people, their warmly welcomed guests and the service people who, in many senses, outshone Macca, but only just.
What a birthday present for Mrs Wilt – she is very grateful, thus Wilt can get away with dozens of misdemeanours for months, even with PMT as a factor! Hence no nagging Salty Dog for guiding Wilt astray down the pub. “It aint my fault darling, it’s the dog – Wilt does the same when he farts, but Mrs Wilt has learned to distinguish between those “aromas.”
It is great to see how well Wales has developed – for so long a time (several hundred years) the Celtic Welsh fringe has struggled with little economic prospects but has now flourished (big time) and continues to prosper – excellent, they deserve it as much as any Irishman, Scotsman (except Gordon Brown) or Cornishman (Welsh by any other DNA).
What a weekend!
Wilt
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