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Date: 31 August 2006 12:24:57
Well, actually, in the station, to be precise.
Now, the reason it's funny is that, having had some formative on a mostly English-speaking street in Holyhead, whilst being bilingual, my inner monologue has been in English. That just happens to be the way it's always been.
So, I was in the queue for coffee. I was mulling something deep and profound - such as the Incarnation, or perhaps the riff played on a kazoo in "Blithdraphlith" by Sibrydion, something like that, anyway - and it came my turn to pick up my coffee from the little window.
And I said, "Diolch yn fawr".
This is the first time in my ever increasingly old life that I have done this in England.
The oddest thing was that the guy behind the counter said "Cheers" in response.