According to my blog I’ve made six trips over the Severn to Newport in four years, which practically qualifies me for a Welsh passport.
You may assume I come here for the scary underpass with its cheery street art,
but in truth it’s accommodation bargains at the Ibis off the M4, the Spoons or the Uni residences on which the sun always shines (I presume that’s why the internet is so good).
A modest working town with plenty of art in the city square and the gardens of Malpas Road.
Quite a colourful city,
and well pubbed (butdon’t come on Sunday).
One retiredmartin top 100 pub, a classy Sam Smiths in typically gorgeous shell,
with a sticky rock pub over the road providing a memorable end to your evening if you like a jukebox comprised entirely of Metallica CDs.
“there is also Desperado tequila-flavoured beer on sale for the more daring drinker (served in schooners only)” I wrote.
Sadly/pleasingly Newport has joined the micro bandwagon, but the Cellar Door may be your best bet for music if Metallica CDs and Bonnie Tyler karaoke isn’t your bag.
The Old Codgers won’t like it, but the Tiny Rebel bar has the best beer, and the best chips, plus an assortment of games to while away the hours over your Tiny Puft.
But if you want to see “life”, I’m afraid you’ll need to pop over the river to Maindee to the Spoons, where the Chicken Man entertains students on Saturday nights with his, er, chicken.
You might even find Bass.
If you overdo it on Saturday night, I recommend the reviving brunch and flat whites at Parc Pantry in Malpas, where you too can be the only person not wearing a pashmina.
A great break for under £50, possibly. I’ve no idea what it costs to go over the transporter bridge.