Ladies, gentlemen and anyone else eho may be reading. This day has been most sincerely IMMENSE. It started with a plan to go to Cardiff town, where I actually bought something worthwhile. I was well chuffed.
 This was the shirt i had bought specifically to attend a certain gig. A comedy gig by the great blonde legend that is Russel Howard. For this I went home from Cardiff centre, only to return to the bay and the beautiful Cardiff Millenium Centre, which I hadn’t seen in a long while. The weather was perfect. The vibe was good. My shirt was stripy. It was time for the greatness to begin.
 As expected, the performance was incredibly entertaining and funny. This was good enough for me, but just as I was going to get up, Russell came back onstage for an encore (which I really should have been able to predict, had it not been for the distraction of the great gig). He then asked the audience “Any questions?”
I pounced.
I asked Russell Howard, in front of about 1000 people “Who would win in a fight between you and a penguin?” This is literally not the most sensible thing I’ve ever done, but I couldnt help but feel that Russ could fuck up pingu, so I had to be sure. This was followed by misunderstanding, hilarity and most importantly, involvement. This was absolutely fantastic.
 Buzzing from my oppertunity to converse with a clebrity I headed for the exit, until my friend dragged me to a queue, which I eventually excitedly realised was a queue to MEET and GREET RUSSELL!
I might have peed my pants.
After worthy waiting, I met the man himself, as usual, in a kickass t-shirt. I had a photo with him, had my ticket signed and hugged him. My friend insisted on informing him that I was the cause of the penguin chaos. He seemed genuinely delighted which was fantastic, and he shook my hand. FANTASTIC!
This is all going to sound very sad and somewhat obsessive, but to be perfectly honest I don’t care, as I have met one of my heroes on potentially the best night of my life.

Peace.