What I learned about West Wales

The name "West Wales" is actually a 19th-century corruption of the original "Wet Wales".

(1) the last bus back to Glasgow goes at midnight (OK, I knew that)
(2) hanging around talking around to Ken C instead of heading at the same time as other people may cost you dear
(3) it's further from the Cowgate to the bus station than I thought
(4) my brother is a grumpy bastard when things go wrong
(5) backpacker hostels are overpriced and horrible
(6) bunk beds are impossible to climb into when you are pissed
(7) any bed is better than staying up all night
(8) Greggs' cheese'n'onion pasties make for an excellent breakfast
(9) booking a day off work after a gig is sometimes the best idea ever (otherwise I'd have had to phone my boss to explain "sorry, I'm still pissed and I'm in Edinburgh, I might be a bit late")
(10) my brother attracts a better quality of random old men to talk to him in pubs than I do, which can make for a fun afternoon