Cardiff stole my heartApril 07, 2011
I'm a London girl. Always have been, always will be. I can be sauntering down South Bank or being amused, still, by the silver soldier in Covent Garden in 30 minutes. EVERYTHING is in London. The concerts, the shops, the musicals, the restaurants, the tv shows, the meetings, the magazines, the famous people (always important), and the crazy people (equally as important). So, I've always wanted to go to uni in London (if I went at all), because it just makes sense to. I wouldn't need accommodation, everything's there, and it's the media hub. But then I went to Cardiff...
I've always wanted to go to Wales. Not quite sure why. My automatic answer is RHOD GILBERT DOCTOR WHO SHEEP but somehow that wasn't a good enough excuse for my family to book a holiday there. Half of the people I talk to on twitter are Welsh too so I clearly get drawn to them. And my surname is Jones so I'm obviously from Wales. Obviously. Anyway, Cardiff uni kept being mentioned when I was looking for journalism courses last year, and at first I disregarded it because of it being so far away, but so many people recommended it that soon enough I was downstairs asking dad whether it'd be cheaper to drive or get the train to Cardiff. I was expecting the 'rents to say no to going to the open day but they didn't. Mum booked the tickets and suddenly the countdown was on for April 5th. I was going to Wales!
The train journey (squeaky train which had mum in tears laughing. immature) was only 2 hours from Paddington, a lot shorter than I thought, but the weather stayed the same the whole time. Grey, wet, foggy, miserable. Imagine me and mum carrying 5 heavy bags, with our hair in our faces, rainwater seeping through our shoes and trying to figure out how to get to the Premier Inn. I was literally going by a Google maps flashback, but it worked. Something I did learn on the train was that when you go through a tunnel really fast, your ears REALLY hurt like when you're on a plane. And when you come out of the tunnel to a 'Welcome to Wales, Croeso i Gymru' sign with sheep EVERYWHERE it is very exciting.
"I've gotta go! I've got 5 minutes to pick the kids up from school!" said the hot strong-accented man with a broken arm, running over the road in front of traffic and seeming to know everyone there. Amazing. My first Welsh occurrence was amazing. Amy was very nice too. She wasn't called Amy, but she looked like Amy Grimward so I named her Amy and she shall be known as Amy forevermore. Amy was lush and worked at the Premier Inn, the lush Premier Inn with our lush room and lush Freeview and lush bed and lush view. Lush. #lush At this point I thought mum would have wanted to sleep for a bit, but she wanted us to go out and wander! I could have done with a nap. #nan But we did and wandering was LOVELY. The main centre was literally minutes away and there were shops EVERYWHERE and it was SO modern and pretty. We could have spent hours shopping but we had a date with twitter.
Jamie's Italian is LUSH #lush and if you ever go to Cardiff, I recommend you go. The spag bol is gorgeous and the chocolate and raspberry brownie is incredible. We didn't have a clue where Jamie's was and I had gotten dead nervous about meeting people whereas mum was dead excited. She didn't even know them! We found it though, and Carrie Lisa Katie Kate and Molly were already there. They had suddenly gone from words on a screen and a little photo to fully grown human beings with Welsh accents. Dude. I won't go into the meal, but basically they are all lush #lush and I was sad when we left. I love them.
BACK TO THE REASON WE WENT TO CARDIFF: It was LUSH #lush weather the next day which made everything a trillion times gorgeouser (word). We spent just over 3 hours looking around the uni which I absolutely loved. It's SO much nicer than the London ones I've looked at. The course looks really good, the buildings are so pristinely pretty, the people are lovely and the setting is lush #lush with parks and gardens everywhere, and still only being minutes away from the centre and Cardiff Bay (which we didn't get to look around, nor did we find any Doctor Who shiz. boo) On the way out we bumped into Katie Waissel (cow) before grabbing an M&S lunch and legging it to the station with double the amount of bags we came with. I was genuinely upset when the train pulled away from the station; Cardiff stole my heart; but I've told the twitter Welshies to decorate their spare room because I'm coming back. Now I can't stop saying lush #lush, getting flashbacks of sheep and thinking in Carrie's accent. Lush. #lush