Last year, I went to the UK. I went to
London,
Birmingham and
Cardiff, as well as Manchester and Southampton. But I never finished the documentation of that trip, and I feel that I should, since I have two days worth of pics THAT INVOLVE TODAY'S BIRTHDAY BOY, NICHOLAS H. CRUENTUM, DIVA.
I PRESENT, CARDIFF, DAY TWO.
I am not lying, I am twelve:
Ianto got drunk and labelled Torchwood on the signs wrong:
This was for Sam:
I am sure that I had some sort of pornographic commentary about fisting:
THEY ARE NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR DEATH BY NANITES IN THE MORTAR:
WHERE'S JACK?
We might have taken a bus to Sully. For the beach. Yeah, the beach.
Nick is afraid of seaweed
JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!
Seaweed
We found a big egg here:
SMIRNOFF!
Of course, we went back to the shrine. Ianto has a slim fit:
JAAAAAAACK!
Because Nick was here without a large amount of clothing, and because he was going to see La Cage another FIFTY BILLION TIMES, we went to H&M to get him some clothes that might enable him to pull JB:
NEXT TIME, THE SITE OF THE CRIME: