This Welsh rugby team generally mocked and ignored me as I tried to engage them in eternal things while they sat at an outside patio of a local beach bar. These mates were too taken with Richard Dawkins and his atheistic take-over of Europe to pay any attention to a guy who gently explained that they should flee from the wrath to come. I’m part Welsh, but that didn’t impress these sons of Belial.

The only Welsh Revival these guys will encounter is awakening the next day with a hangover.