Capital 2

London is to England what Cardiff is to Wales. Very busy places with lots of shops and a pace of life that would knock a widow from Waunfawr off her walking stick. It's all about vibe! Many reading this blog will have spent time in London, either living or working there or visiting. Capital Cities engender mixed emotions. The oft used expression 'a Time and a Place'. I suppose the stretch of road between Victoria Coach Station and Victoria Railway Station, Buckingham Palace Avenue would not be the ideal place to hold a Shamanic Sweat Lodge calling out the Spirits in a Vision Quest but it does appear to be the ideal place to go very fast in a vehicle or on two legs, belch out toxic coach exhaust fumes and offer you quick, soulless, no strings attached (Looks round furtively)....food. Anybody who has bought a sandwich and because of hunger have ripped the packaging off in a frenzy of desire will know the disappointing flatness that follows as the last piece of cress is pulled from your teeth. It goes in one end and out the other, if you are fortunate enough to find a WC, or in London what might be called an inconvenience. I have walked the length of Fleet Street, looking for a Toilet, all the way from the Strand, finding a Tardis finally next to St Paul's Cathedral. With trepidation you enter your 50p or 1000 Euro note, at any moment expecting a Brass Band to appear with Dom Jolly.
In Cardiff, London or anywhere for that matter, how much time do we spend thinking about what happens once the fast food has passed very quickly through our digestive systems and into the sewerage systems. Not a lot of time I would wager because it's not our problem anymore. The food has done its job in hardening our arteries or giving us energy, its hit the porcelain and gone. Somebody else's job! The Sewerage Meister's job! We are surrounded by Crap on a daily basis, metaphorical shit, much of it visual! Have you seen Leicester Square recently? You'd be wiping off builder's rubble before you get on the Red Carpet. There are so many of us 'bods' that I suppose tis only in a blog post that you can take the required time to 'muse' upon such matters.
This Post catchingly titled Capital 2 as a head bow or nod to St David's 2, the all new singing and dancing shopping emporium in Kairdiff City Centre. Not satisfied with one St David, we have to have 2. With our Patron Saint's Day fast approaching and this Blogger's 46th birthday on the same day, the latter has to wonder, apart from being an energy sump what a capital has to offer apart from shops and rugby. Much more I'm sure, but I'll leave you with this urban myth. Twas said on the streets of the old city that when St David's 2 was under construction, that the developers wanted the land that the Tabernacle Baptist Chapel lies on. The Chapel was offered £1,000,000  big ones to vacate (to make way for Capitalism/Progress). The Capel refused in Welsh to this request.
It's nice to know that not everything can be bought! The Spirits are calling.