This will be the first rugby match since I’ve actually lived in Cardiff.

First kilt sightings: yesterday at 5pm (45 drinking hours before kick-off)

Kilt count so far (20 drinking hours before kick-off): 6

There’s no way you can ignore the rugby here, it’s all anyone’s talking about, and we all now that tomorrow the city will be awash with red.  The number of merry-go-rounds, belgian chocolate stalls and german sausage vendors in Queens Street have each gone up to a total of one of each.  One thing I’ve noticed about Cardiff is there are a lot of TV screens.  Not just in the pubs, but in the streets and even in IKEA (where notices promise all internationals will be screened – because presumably otherwise they might just as well shut for the day).