Today is St David's Day and due to my slight obsession with all things Welsh, I celebrate it, not in the down-the-pub stylee that I celebrate St Patrick's Day but celebrate it nonetheless. Two years ago I found myself on a round the country radio tour road trip that started on St David's Day. We thought it was hilarious to give Griffin leeks, a plan made even more hilarious by the fact that the boy isn't even Welsh. It lead to one of the greatest discoveries Corinne and I have ever made, and one which I'm sure Cat wishes we hadn't, leeks are fantastic for water fights. I'll say it again in case you didn't catch that, leeks are fantastic for water fights. Seriously. Put them under the tap and flick the water. It works. The reason we know it works is because we drowned Cat's kitchen. We also discovered that leeks smell. When you have to carry them, you discover this fact pretty quickly. Not that I carried them, I delegated that job to Corinne: "That's why no one sat next to me on the train!" Oh and Corinne learnt that leek is spelt L-E-E-K and not L-E-A-K, I doubt she will make that mistake again. So our elaborate plan resulted in much hilarity on our part and confusement on the part of Griffin's.
A year later, we discovered, much to our excitement that Fox had decided to play The Bedford on St David's Day. I probably don't even need to say what our first thought was; hilarity much diminished by the fact that he is actually Welsh. So armed with our leeks, in bottle bags like before, we went to The Bedford. We yelled when we shouldn't have, had a conversation that probably can never be published on post it notes and gave Fox leeks.
Now it's two years later and the ND are not together giving people leeks. It is weird. Cat and I did plan on sending them to everyone through the post but alas, our busy schedules dismissed that idea. So I had to resort to having leeks for dinner. It's just not the same if they're not in bottle bags with little post it notes on them...