And then to round off the bizarreness, Wales flanker Andy Powell is arrested at a motorway service station at 5.40am the next morning having driven a golf cart over from their luxury hotel retreat. I can well imagine his logic: I've been drinking all night and I really fancy a fry-up; the hotel kitchen is closed but the motorway service station down the road will be open; I haven't got my car and I'm drunk; I'll take a golf buggy down the motorway as they don't count.
It all made me wonder whether there is a particularly Welsh form of - what would one call it? - whimsicality, fantasy, illogicality? Being rather mercurial, a bit random. One must always be careful about national stereotypes and generalising from particular eccentric incidents. But we do have some corroboration on this point and from a notably unromantic and bullshit-detecting writer, Kingsley Amis.
In his memoirs he reflects on his time in Swansea, a happy time. He liked the Welsh:
...I would still rather enter a room of randomly picked Welsh strangers than a comparable hodge-podge composed entirely of English. I would rather deal with a Welsh stranger, from an official to a shop-assistant, than an English one. (In Swansea market in 1987 I suddenly wondered what was making everybody so nice to me, until I realised what country I was in.) And if circumstances made it possible, I would choose to be nursed in illness by a Welshwoman.But what a student of his described as 'a perfect summary of the Welsh character' might be found in the story of Mrs Professor Morgan and the grocery order:
On seeing that she had assembled a pile of goods that amounted to more than she could conveniently carry, the assistant said, 'Have you you [your] car with you, Mrs Morgan, or has the professor taken it down to the college today? Oh well, that being so I suggest we deliver your purchases for you, all right?'
Mrs Morgan was mightily pleased, though after about four days with nothing in sight her pleasure had abated.
When reprehended on the telephone, the manager said, 'But Mrs Morgan, this stow [store] has not operated a delivery service since 1939.'
'In that case, what did your assistant mean by his suggestion?'
Well...I suppose he was only trying to be helpful.'