Going to a Cardiff singles group
Basically went to a Cardiff singles group meeting.
Which was a meeting from hell, essentially because it was just literally full of the Barbara Windsor-type of women that don’t do much for me.
The worst part, was the men - to a man, generally filthy, incredibly old - and I’ve never felt so out of place in my life. Especially since the rest of the crowd in the pub were the usual young-thin-probably dead-end-jobs type.
Living in Cardiff is making me snootier and snootier…
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