| A limousine was a rare site on the streets of Ystranglus, so a limo with a trailer full of instruments caused a few heads to turn in surprise. But the players being chauffeured were blissfully aware as they relaxed with their champagne as the windows were blackened. One of the party seemed a little over-excited. Wayne was particularly loud and animated until some champagne bubbles went up his nose and caused a prolonged coughing fit. In what seemed like no time at all, the limousine came to a stop. "Are we at the airport already?" Charlie enquired. The driver turned round and handed him a letter as the doors to the car were opened. To their horror, the band found that it was not at Cardiff Airport but parked instead in the middle of Porthcawl. Charlie opened the envelope and read: "I hope you are not too disappointed. Surely you didn't expect a fortnight in Fuerteventura - the tulip trade isn't as lucrative as it was, you know! Please make your way to the beach where I have prepared a welcome for you." The chauffeur had already detached the trailer from his limousine and driven off, so the band made their way somewhat dejectedly to the beach to see what was in store for them. |