y ddraig goch ddyry gychwyn

i feel ashamed, yet happy.

a traitor to the cause. yet unflinching.

on the last day of the six nations i stood in a pub, in my home town, wearing a welsh top.

despite the fact that scotland were playing the auld enemy, i couldn't have cared less.

i was more worked up about the wales-ireland match.

and what a match it was. the last 15 minutes were unbearable, and yet the boys from cymru shone through, and they deservedly took the grand slam. and yet watching my own team was a bit of an anti-climax.

glory hunting? perhaps. but for tonight, i'm welsh and proud.

Nos Da.