a good few years ago i was on a 'team building exercise'in llanberis.there was a lot of 'outward bound'type activities like raft making[very wet & messy],abseiling[arguing about ropes],walking up steep hills in gale force winds & snow blizzzards.on the sat night, the 'team' went off 'clubbing'[whatever that is?].
me & the course co-ordinator found a nice pub with a pianna & some sining in. a good few stocky welsh minor/mynah? types were there & sang some really kosher[bailey]songs.
'there's a story the gypsy told to me,that if your love wears golden earrings he/she belongs to you-oo'&'non,je ne regret rien,non,je ne rgret rien,' ect
the whole evening was fabulous, 'myfanwy' sung in cymraig so fervently that a vein on his forehead could be seen standing out & throbbing!
not so good next morning,ill!got part way up the hill, so cold,freeezing,blowy winds hi ho!