1- What haven’t you done that you should have done?
2- When was the last time you had to cut a long story short?
Never happens. Rambling is two of my hobbies.
3- If you could be anywhere in Wales this weekend doing anything at all, what would you choose?
Bangor, chilling on the pier. Literally, seeing as it’s March.
4- Name 5 interesting or obscure things you can see from where you’re sitting.
A stuffed tartan elephant wearing a pink top hat.
A long list of Welsh ‘yes/no’ equivalents taped to the side of the telly.
My wife, who is currently upside-down doing a scary-looking yoga pose and who’ll probably be very annoyed that I’m mentioning her.
A little Buddha/Yoda combination statue sitting chummily next to a statue of Baphomet. It looks like they’re holding hands.
Far more cushions and throws than should ever be in a DFS warehouse, never mind a single room.
5- What’s the Welshest you’ve ever been?
Before I started learning Welsh, I was stood outside the Tap and Spile in Bangor after gwydred neu ddau having a cigarette. An old man came up to me and asked, in Welsh, if I had a light. I produced one, and he proceeded to ramble at me for a couple of minutes before ending with a questioning tone and looking at me expectantly.
I had to explain that I didn’t speak Welsh and only knew that he wanted a light because he did the universal thumb-flicking mime for it, but for those few glorious minutes I felt a bit like a local.
This interaction was definitely not one of my inspirations for learning Welsh.