"Croeso i ddyfnderoedd fy isymwybod: Welcome to the depths of my subconscious. Shark Fishing in Wales is one man's odyssey to understand the land of his birth through anecdote, observation and reminiscence! By learning about his country, perhaps he can learn more about himself. A process of individuation which Carl Jung suggests we should all go through. Less assuming one nationhood and more working towards one nationhood before we become Independent." Daf Williams
Cymru/Wales: Bipolar Nation
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Looking back to the playground of St. Osmund’s RC Primary School in the district of Breightmet in the Lancashire mill town of Bolton I re...
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Six days in to 2020 and I haven't written a blog post yet! I haven't missed a month since January 2012 when this crazy adventure fir...
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My second spoken word event in 4 days. I am turning from an anti-social moth into a social butterfly all in the name of 'Spoken W...
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"Individuals and businesses not paying the tax they should deprives the government of the funding it needs to provide vital public serv...
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As a Ffrinj Nutter who had a dalliance with the Welsh Nationalist Party/ Plaid Cymru/ The Party of Wales many, many years ago I was p...
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I read the book in my twenties and finally I have made the pilgrimage. I liked Wigan town centre immediately. It was wide. The fact that it...
Wednesday 28 September 2016
Happiness
Sunday 25 September 2016
Spoken Word Anaesthetic
Friday 23 September 2016
Nailing my colours to the mast!
Monday 19 September 2016
End of the Pier Show Part Deux
End of the Pier Show
Part Deux
Hamilton & Gill are squaring up in purple shorts with golden trim.
Saturday 17 September 2016
Llyfr Unnos
Mi ddechreuais y llyfr yma am 6.00pm neithiwr ag mi orffennais am 2.00 o gloch y bore gyda saib am de a photian ar y wefan gymdeithasol yna #twitter sydd yn chwarae rhan allweddol ac yn negyddol yn stori’r awdur Mike Parker. Fel hanner Cardi, oedd yn y cyffiniau pan chwythodd pethau fyni yn y sir dwi di aros sbel tan i'r llyfr ddod yn rhydd yn un o lyfrgelloedd dan fygythiad ein cenedl. Ddim ar gael yn Sir Ceredigion felli dyma fi'n fenthyg e o Gaerdydd gan fawr syndod fod e ar gael o'r diwedd. Dwi'n hoff o fformat dyddiadur ers i mi ddarllen 'Diary of a Season' gan Lawrie McMenemy nol yn yr wythdegau cynnar pan oedd yntau yn rheolwr o Southampton. Dipyn o outsider oedd Lawrie yn hanu o'r Gogledd Ddwyrain Lloegr a gyda diffyg profiad ar bêl droed fel chwaraewr yn yr adrannau uwch ond llwyddo gwnaeth o ac o’r ôl darllen llyfr Mike Parker dwi'n argyhoeddedig fydd Mike yn llwyddo hefyd ac yn y byd gwleidyddiaeth. Ond am dymor cythryblus gafodd yr awdur. Ffraeth, agored a doniol oedd agwedd Mike Parker, rhywbeth anarferol i ddarpar wleidydd. Mae beth mae rhywun ddim yn deud weithiau yn bwysicach na beth maent yn deud a theimlad oedd gen i fod 'y Blaid: The Party' wedi setio'r hen Mike fyny am gwymp. Roedd ganddo fo amheuon ei hun cyn sefyll ond gafodd ei chysuro a sicrhau basa popeth yn iawn. Ond doedd popeth ddim yn iawn. Hwyl a sbri ag egni mawr yw dechrau'r llyfr ac mae Mike yn llwyddo sgubo'r darllenwr i fyny yn y miri. Diddorol iawn oedd cael clywed am yr enwau yma oedd berson ddim ond wedi gweld ar daflenni cyn hyn. Roedd yr etholiad yn sicr yn un i'r Blaid ennill ac nid i'r Blaid Ryddfrydol golli oherwydd bod Mark Williams yn cael ei ystyried yn 'safe pair of hands' ac yn y Cambrian News bondigrybwyll mi roedd ei lun o wedi bod yn selog ar hyd ei gyfnod fel aelod seneddol hyd yn oed os oedd o yn bresennol mewn agoriad envelop. Dwi'n cymryd dau beth o'r llyfr, pa mor galed wnaeth yr awdur weithio dros yr achos ag pa mor ystyfnig â chroes ei gilydd oedd etholwyr y Sir. Y Gymraeg a'r ddi Gymraeg. Dyma oedd yr etholiad ble oedd milwyr milain Farage yn ei anterth dros y wlad ag y teimlad oedd bod bobol yn symud tuag at y dde yn wleidyddol. Yng ngeiriau Max Boyce allaf ddeud 'I was there' pan gipiodd Cynog y set nol yn 1992 ond ers i Cynog rhoi'r gorau iddi fel aelod seneddol, cael ei cham rheoli gan y Blaid fel sedd enilladwy ag y swyddfa yn Heol y Wig fel esiampl o hynny. O beth mae'n swnio dydy o ddim wedi newid fawr ddim ers y dyddiau hynny! Roeddwn yn edrych ymlaen am glywed mwy o hanes 'Yr Arglwydd Hell' Dafydd El ond fawr oedd son amdano fo fel draenen yn ystlys yr arweinyddiaeth. Fy nghyngor i ar oll darllen y llyfr ydy peidiwch â bod yn Gardi a phrynwch y llyfr yn lle ei fenthyg e oherwydd mae 'na ryw berl ynddo fo i bawb. Mi fasa’r dyn yma fel chwa o awyr iach yn y Cynulliad ag ar ôl darllen a mwynhau, sylweddoli "Plaid Cymru owes you one pal" Brawddeg wnaeth sefyll allan i mi oedd "When language-any language-becomes something that's calibrated rather than celebrated, we fillet it of all that makes it sing" Amen i hwnna weda i!
Monday 12 September 2016
Prime Minister's Snap Time
Sunday 11 September 2016
Business Men & Benefit Claimants
It's back to the language of the 'Sissynack' for this one. That lowlife, lowland Scot, Dr Liam Fox has hit upon something. That Business Men & Benefit Claimants are both fat and lazy. The latter however wont be seen on golf courses on a Friday afternoon unless they've got a can of Special Brew in their hands. Now I like Theresa May, I think she's nice, but she has got a clutch of buffoonery in her cabinet, the likes that have not been seen before. Cameron was a cad, a Flashman and we had got used to it because the British Pubic are into a bit of Sado-Masochism. They like the hard bastard in charge (Thatcher) even though they are highly critical of those abroad or those who wish to become Presidents of the United States of America. For some unfathomable reason people over this side of the pond believe they have an inalienable right to pass judgement on who becomes POTUS.
"Hey Limey, we got our Independence in 1776 from youze purse lipped Puritans, so butt out, capiche?"
Now if we wish to bring down nice Theresa May's Government then Benefit Claimants like myself need to start appearing on Dragon's Den to outline our plans for an overthrow of the system. How outrageous that chubby golfers can be maligned in such a way! How does the Fox know that Dave is not out on the 13th hole making a call to China on his mobile and GPS? We've had 'Benefits Street' so perhaps we could have fat lazy bastards on a golf course street. Of course Liam did not use the word bastard but that's what he was thinking. That's what we all think about someone we perceive to be leading an easier life to ourselves, that they have been born out of wedlock.
Saturday 3 September 2016
Y Pier
Peth anodd oedd peidio tyfu sglodyn ar dy ysgwydd ...... am unrhywbeth, dy daldra, lliw dy ddannedd neu dy ddefnydd o'r iaith Gymraeg. Erbyn dy bumdegau ti'n cerdded o gwmpas dre fel rhyw 'Hunchback' ond gwae a ti ddefnyddio gair mor feirniadol. Ond ble oedd fy mlydi Esmerelda ta? 'Do what you gorra do' oedd mantra Gari a dim lot oedd hynny! Oedd o'n hoffi ei enw! Enw'r chwedegau ar saith degau oedd Gari, o'r Saesneg Gary ond roedd y Cymry wedi rhoi ei stamp unigryw arno fo fel arfer. U bedol neu i ddot oedd cwestiwn ei blentyndod ac roedd o'n ysi am ddefnyddio'r gair newydd yn dechrau gydag Ff roedd o wedi dod ar draws yn llyfrau Leslie Thomas ei arddegau. "U bedol neu i ddot Gari?". "Ffwc knows Miss" oedd ei eisiau ymateb ond mi fasa fo yn rhoi cais arni yn y ffordd arferol. "Wrong" Roedd o’n yn convinced fod rhai athrawon yn cael pleser yn ffeindio bae ar y plant o dan ei gofal. Gofal Ha! Chwerthin gwnaeth Gari allan yn uchel gan roi braw i gath oedd yn torheilio ar wal gyfagos. Digon o feddwl nôl am y cyfnod mwyaf erchyll yn ei fywyd. School! bechgyn a merched ag oedolion sarhaus! Lawr i Bier Bangor oedd Gari'n mynd ar ei 'constitutional' prynhawn. Bob diwrnod o'r flwyddyn fasa fo'n cerdded at y pen a nôl. Roedd hwnna yn dipyn o 50pence pieces ond yn farn Gari roedd o'n money well spent. Teimlo'n rhydd bob cerddediad at y pen. Er cof am hwn ac er cof am y llall! Nifer o bobol wedi marw ac wedi mynd fyny mewn mwg yn yr amlosgfa ar y bryn a'i enwau yn parhau am byth dan sŵn y gwylanod a'r acenion o Ogledd Lloegr. Hen Bier plaen oedd pier Bangor a dyna beth roedd o'n hoffi amdano fo. Dim frills! Understated! Gari yn gwawdio hyn am ddefnyddio gymaint o Saesneg ond rhoi'r bae ar yr ysgol a'i edwcation fasa Gari yn gwneud unwaith eto. Esgusodion di rhy a bai pawb arall. Roedd yn ymwybodol o'i ffaeleddau ond na fo! Rhy hwyr rŵan. Roedd o'n Fifty Five! Ar y domen, fo a'i hump beth bynnag oedd hwnna yn Gymraeg! Mi fasa e nhw yn deud wrtho fo yn ysbyty Bangor neu ryw wyddonydd da'i whiscas yn y Brifysgol. "Ecsuse me ond beth ydy 'hump' yn Gymraeg?' Roedd o'n gwybod ei fod o'n rhoi'r hump i sawl un yn dre. Bobol yn croesi'r ffordd i osgoi fo! Un ffrind honedig un noson yn y Boar yn deud wrtho yn blwmp ac yn blaen beth oedd yn bod gyda fo. Ymddiheuro diwrnod wedyn ond oedd y profiad wedi bod yn agoriad llygad i Gari. Dal dug mae sawl un yn gwneud ynte! Roedd o wedi bod i ffwrdd o'r lush am bum mlynedd bellach! Troi'n fifty a chnocio fo ar ei ben. Dim am y rhesymau arferol ond oherwydd bod o mor flydi expensive. Doedd o ddim yn gofidio am ei iechyd erbyn hyn. Roedd o eisiau 'out' so digon o fenyn ar ei dost yn y bore ag halen y môr, roedd Gari yn byw ar y crisialau. Yn aml fasau fo yn edrych i ddyfnderoedd y dŵr a meddwl sut fath o fywyd fasa fo yn Cantre'r Gwaelod. Roedd o wedi croesi i feddwl o beth fuasai fo yn gwneud tasa fo yn gweld un o'i hen athrawon ar y Pier. Yr athro yna roedd o wedi casáu gymaint. Casineb oedd wedi llifo trwyddo fo fel gwenwyn am gymaint o flynyddoedd. Dim ond hogyn yn ei harddegau all blasu casineb yn ei holl ogoniant. Mae 'na dda a drwg ym mhopeth does! Siŵr fod yna rhyw reswm am yr emosiwn yma neu pam fasa fo yn bodoli yn y lle cyntaf. Roedd Carchar Gogledd Cymru ar fin agor ag roedd Gari wedi gwneud cost analysis yn ei ben! Fasa fo yn cael 'life' ond fasa fo yn gallu pledio dyn laddiad ar old deud wrth y barnwr ei rhesymau am wneud.
Bwyd a diod a chwmni yn dy gell. Teledu! Plenty o S4C ac i gyd ar draul y trethdalwr. Roedd o ar y budd-dal rŵan so beth oedd yr ots. Sbïodd Gari i lawr i ddyfnderoedd unwaith eto, roedd yn dechrau nosi ag oeri. Roedd pysgotwr wedi gadael dipyn o dacl ar ôl. Bachyn neu ddau digon hyll ei olwg. Trodd Gari o gwmpas i edrych lawr y Pier i ble oedd golau bach beic a chanu cwrw yn dod o unigolyn doedd o ddim wedi gweld ar y Pier o blaen. Dim yr athro gwaetha'r modd ond ei hen ffrind o'r Boar ers llawer dydd. Mae rhaid cael practis yn does! "i ddot neu U bedol Gari?"
Friday 2 September 2016
Wales & Free Wales
I have just returned from a whistle stop tour of 'Free Wales' Free Wales aka 'Fortress Gwynedd'. Where the rugged terrain stops, the high craggy peaks and the forests, south of Dolgellau and just north of Machynlleth, that is where Free Wales ends and British Wales begins. This is the land that has kept the indigenous language. If Wales was as flat as the Netherlands, there would be no Welsh left. Guerrilla Warfare of a linguistic and cultural nature is being waged against a culture and language that had a large percentage of the world as its Empire. Tourists come and go. Where they feel that it is safe to stay, then they do so! In the hostel where I stayed last night just north of 'BedGelet' at the breakfast table this morning 'mummy' was holding court over two precocious nine year olds who I nicknamed Jocasta and Jemima. They were warned against having an 'energy meltdown' today because mummy was frazzled and one of the two asked whether "Daddy would be joining them in their adventures today or was he going to be a miserable toad as usual" and with that poor old hen pecked daddy walked in. I wonder who had taught the little darlings to refer to their father as a miserable toad? Well needless to say I left there in a rush and got to Porthmadog before the trendy cagoules and steam punkers of Gwyl Rhif 6 had amassed on the streets of 'Fortress Portmeirion'. I have family links to the town on one side but have never dallied and dawdled. I did the usual thing, book shop browse, coffee to go, walk, charity shop browse and back to the borrowed vehicle for the journey South. I am one for getting the vibe of places and sometimes I don't have to get out of the car, my antennae are that finely tuned. Betws -y-Coed and Beddgelert had sold their souls to the devil. Tacky is not the word. Caernarfon and Port were authentic and original but the tensions between making a buck and saving the language could be felt. The day previously I had been to Bangor aye! Like the rest of the North Wales coast, Bangor had fallen. I went into Pontio, the new arts centre, and felt that I had entered the tunnel of sensory deprivation. Everything was white. The architect and designer had obviously decided to play it safe in a Black and White world. Not wishing to offend anybodies tastes they went the way of the old MFI 'White Space'. I am convinced after a cursory 10- 15 minutes of a walk round, that working in that kind of environment would send you 'doollally tap' and you could start seeing spots in front of your eyes. The fact that the end result is so bleached and anodyne after its troubled gestation period is symptomatic to me of much of what is wrong with present day Wales. Cymru is losing its soul. British Wales with its Prince of Wales, Pie & Pint culture never really had one, and my fear is that unless Fortress Gwynedd pulls its finger out, it will go the same way. If the National Arsembly of Wales wont put up Border Controls and proper signs announcing ' A Cautious Welcome to Wales' then I suggest that Parc Cenedlaethol Eryri start charging people to get into the area. A ticket booth just outside Llanberis and Capel Curig might just do the trick with the same amount charged to enter the area of outstanding natural beauty as they charge to enter the area of British Wales in the South. Where amongst the tackiness of Beddgelert they will find to put the Southern Toll Booth is anybody's guess. This might all sound very defensive and passive aggressive dahling and whilst I don't want to deprive anybody of their fun, something must be done or future generations will be asking
Thursday 1 September 2016
Caernarfon 2
The fact is, the poet does not want admiration, he wants to be believed.
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Death by Taxes
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