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Friday, 9 March 2012

Avanti Azzurri!



Well the Italians are in Kairdiff tomorrow. I shall time my arrival back in the Capital after the fuss and furore is over. As some of you know by now I am a signed up member of the awkward squad and I abhor the dominant paradigm. In Wales, that is the W.R.U and the Welsh National Rugby Team. I used to follow the team of the Seventies, yes, hands up, baby hands up until I got older and became political. I must be unusual in that I find politics far more interesting than X Factor or Strictly Come Dancing, another reason not to have a Television. A man who has recently resigned from the Italian Political limelight is one Silvio Berlusconi. A man who made his name in the shady world of television. His name has become associated with the worlds of soap opera, pantomime and farce.
One certainly cannot say that Wales' First Minister is as colorful or charismatic. The 'Grey Lady' as Carwyn Jones has been affectionately nicknamed by members of the Taffia Paparazzi seems to be trundling along without much razzamattazz. 
I feel sorry for the Italians especially as one of their citizens has just been killed in a botched rescue attempt in Nigeria by the Conservative British Government. They weren't told about it! Shades of America not telling Pakistan about Osama Bin Laden?
I believe it was a Conservative Member of the Welsh Assembly a 'Signore Alun Cairns' that was forced to resign after using an unfortunate term to describe the Italian Race.


I  feel sorry for the Rugby team because they are perennial losers. I've played for Rugby sides like Italy and have a caulifower ear to prove it. That is my loser's trophy. You can sense my frustration can't you? Its a frustration with complacency and the status quo. When the 'Shark Fishing in Wales Party' are elected to the Assembly in a landslide victory at the next election, the Six Nations will be cancelled, the Prince of Wales Feathers will be torn off by the teeth of screaming Harpies with herpes on the banks of the Taff and the Millennium Stadium Pitch will be turned over to Allotments. There is a hell of a waiting list in Kairdiff for them you know!

AVANTI AZZURRI

2 comments:

  1. As a keen gardener, who might be termed a harpy by many of my acquaintances, and as an avid petitioner for the removal of the Prince of Wales feathers from the team's jerseys (I've also recently had a cold sore - how did you know?)I might be one of the first to sign up for membership of the "Shark Fishing in Wales Party", particularly if Leanne Wood fails to win the leadership battle for Plaid. Incidentally, what's with the different coloured fonts?

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