I just cycled home from Chapter, and I was coming past the castle thinking "how can I get from here to Adamsdown without having to run the gauntlet of an entire city's worth of beery idiots", and the answer was in a helicopter. I dunno about the rest of ye, but passing through the city centre before, during or after closing time seems to be a nightmare. I've just been to see Bullet Boy, so perhaps a film about inner city gun crime in London wasn't the best thing to set me up for a late night return home, but Cardiff city centre is a fucking head boiler at this time of night. I've come out of bars at closing time to see scenes in Caroline St that Dante couldn't have dreamt up. Fighting, puking, fucking, arguing, crying, stripping, eating, everything seems to happen there at 2am, except it's all blurry... And then being on a bicycle just makes you fair game for every funny-as-fuck pisshead who shouts stuff like "here mate, there's something wrong with your bike, the back wheel's turning". Perhaps it's just me being a bit too paranoid going home on me todd, but I grew up in Belfast where we merrily slaughtered people for pronouncing the letter "H" incorrectly, and I don't remember seeing this much grief as part of a "good night out". Does anyone else feel intimidated by Cardiff city centre on a Fri/Sat night? I told foreign mates that the cops have now established mobile triage units in St Mary's St at closing time and they seriously wouldn't believe me.