My parents love to eat their lunch on a special bench whenever they're in Cardiff.
"Ooh, we love it here, dear," explains my mum, handing me a sandwich which is more cheese and tomato than bread. "It's got a lovely view of Ann Summers."
Dad nods in his mildly amused, mildly deaf way.
"We love it here watching the people go in and go out. All those dirty old men, fat women, and the parties of giggling girls. Oh! And those young couples - I feel I should give them a wave. Ooh - you've dropped some cheese. That'll make a pigeon happy."