In which Neurotic Owl pursues the arts, and the arts pursue someone else.

. . . and finds out he’s 6 months too late.  Aww.  Still, who doesn’t love Wales in February?

Just kidding, I’d love Wales anytime.  Anyone want to send me there/get me a job there?  I’ll be your bestest friend.   Anywhere in the UK would be lovely, in fact.