However, when I try to go down this street in Tywyn and then move forward, I am magically transported through some mysterious blurred tunnel to another place in time and space. Also known as the back alley. Then I’m transported back.

Such a shame I can’t seem to find a way to tell Google how to correct their mistake. Unless there is a teleportation tunnel operating in Tywyn these days…

Anyway, fast forward to today and I’ve only just heard the new single, Innocent. And I loves it. That quite Welsh lyrical combination of sour nostalgia for a time in the future. And a rockin’ good tune.

Or maybe that’s just me.

Inspired by Michael Winner’s brief visit to a small boutique seaside resort near my hometown, I’d like to ask:

How would YOU pronounce Aberdyfi?

Please call 03300 600616 (calls cost the same as any normal landline number) – and tell me on my voicemail. Calls will be recorded, edited, and put up on this website

(If you’re outside the UK, please join in and call +44 3300 600616, replacing the + with your international dialing code. For USians, that’d be 011)

More about the film on their own website or Facebook – and don’t forget to tell your friends…

Not one of them is in Wales. The closest you get is Chester, which is very un-Welsh.

Announcing the list, Ben Bradshaw, Culture Secretary, said that it proves “that cultural life most definitely does not begin and end within the M25″. It seems to end on the Welsh borders, according to the committee…

Of course, what happens? I get back a short work email … entirely in Welsh. I can distill the odd phrase or word and get the gist of the email – all but the last sentence.

Now, do I:

- admit defeat, and reveal my inadequateness in using Welsh (after all, I’m not genetically Welsh and haven’t lived in Wales for three years)?
- soldier on, find someone to translate the text for me, and fire off some pithy comeback in Welsh, and keep the illusion going?

Oh, these work dilemmas…

Maybe this is where my slight fear of Saturday nights started, after I spent five years living in Cardiff City Centre and seeing sights like this most Saturday nights. And Friday nights. And Wednesday nights, for that matter. And, of course, hearing teenagers sobbing and arguing outside my bedroom window at 2am. But I did kinda like it, in the sense there was always life outside my window. So why go any further?

These pics are part of a gallery that a photography student is having exhibited in London. One of my flatmates used to also take random pics of drunk people on the streets of Cardiff. Then he graduated to video – and there’s a classic one where he’s filming two very drunk women arguing with a bouncer, and then they slowly turn to camera and shout “WHAT THE F**K DO YOU THINK YOU’RE LOOKING AT?”

Also covered in BBC News Wales

Have you got any suggestions?

While we’re on the subject, see what happens when a Chinese chef and a Welsh chef decide to make beautiful food together. Although I’m wondering what they CAN come up with…

Which means that theoretically, Rhys’s blog – while full of good anecdotes, isn’t exactly brimming with unique content that’s applicable to the human populace – has beaten the likes of sex blogs Belle De Jour and girl with a one track mind, London blog Londonist, and technology commentary blogs plasticbag.org and benmetcalfe.com.

Such a shame I’m cutting down on the number of publically-accessible funny anecdotes, just in case future generations (or more likely HR consultants) manage to find this blog. You’ll have to register and let me know if you want the better quality or more personal stuff…

Either way, congratulations Rhys! I walked past you once on Llandudno high street, y’know. (ahhh my brushes with web fame!)

Without having done any campaigning whatsoever, I appear to be the lead contender for Best Media Blog and Best Eclectic Blog (whatever that means) – both against two leading Welsh-language blogs who are much more deserving of your vote. Anyway, it’s rather bizarre to be a lead contender. So vote for them!