Gobeithio fydd pethau yn gwella!

Mae'n amser, hen bryd i mi sgrifennu post yn Gymraeg! Edrych yn ôl mae'r pynciau dwi wedi trafod yng Nghymraeg yn tueddu fod yn negyddol neu gyda naws iselder iddynt. Tybed dyma sut rwyf yn teimlo yn fy nghalon ynglŷn ar iaith. Mae yn drysor teimlaf byddaf byth yn gallu deall na ddefnyddio at ei lawn botensial.

Ceisio dal i fyny ydw i! Dim ond fan golwg fyddaf yn taro dros y cylchgrawn 'Golwg' neu'r papur newydd 'Y Cymro' Mae darllen yn fanwl yn teimlo fel baich ac mae teimlad o ddryswch yn dod drosta’i. Anaml fyddaf yn edrych ar unrhyw raglen deledu. Dwi ddim yn cymdeithasu yn Gymraeg a dim ond siarad gyda fy nheulu. Mae 'na deimlad o israddoldeb yn perthyn i fi a fy mherthynas gyda'r Gymraeg. Wrth gwrs dwi'n teimlo fy mod yn gallu sgrifennu a chyfathrebu yn well yn Saesneg oherwydd dyma'r iaith ges i fy addysg ynddo. Dwi'n parchu'r rhai sydd yn defnyddio'r cyfryngau cymdeithasol yn gyfan gwbl Gymraeg! Maent yn rhoi'r argraff ei fod yn ddigon bodlon ai byd. Tybed y ffordd gorau i hybu'r iaith ydi magu teulu yn yr iaith ond nid fel dyn sengl fydd hwn yn bosib ag dwi'n reit amheus o’r rhyw deg oherwydd profiadau annymunol a fy hanes o iselder ag afiechyd meddwl. Dwi am parhau gyda'r Gymraeg. Mi wnai ceisio fy ngorau ynddi ond dwi ddim yn bles gyda fy nefnydd na fy ymroddiad presennol. Gobeithio fydd pethau yn gwella!

Roll Up! Roll Up!

 

Roll Up! Roll Up!

 

Roll Up! Roll Up!

Come and see the end of the Pier Show!



Douglas Carswell defects to UKIP and forces by-election

The maverick Eurosceptic backbencher said he did not believe Prime Minister David Cameron was "serious about the change we need" in Europe.

To the sound of the seagulls and the laughing policeman

He said only UKIP could "shake up that cosy little clique called Westminster".

The prime minister sporting a red nose and clowns shoes said the by-election in Clacton would be held "as soon as possible" and he "wants to make sure there's a very strong Conservative campaign in that seat".

"I want to go early to Clacton for this reason: people in Clacton voted not just for Douglas Carswell, they voted for a Conservative government, for a Conservative member of Parliament."

Trychinebwr aka Catastrophist

I will admit to being a Trychinebwr aka Catastrophist so it's a good thing that I don't have a television. I'm not a Conspiracist eg Illuminati, CIA, Monsanto etc because I am not a scientist and I don't believe that man is intelligent enough but if you have read my 'Memoir of Madness' http://chipmunkapublishing.co.uk/shop/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=2437
you will know that I claim to have some Shamanic Insight into the Zeitgeist.

"I want the world to end in its present form",

The Shark Fisherman of Wales 

I don't want it to turn into an Islamic Caliphate however. The pimple analogy is the 'Collective Unconscious'. This is a huge force and the bombing of babies and children in Gaza and the beheadings in Iraq are man's dark shadow. We have seen 9/11, 7/7 and the butchering of sapper Lee Rigby. We in the West can continue to do an Ostrich with its head in the sand and perhaps we with our 3 score years and ten should not be overly worried. Let's continue with our short term thinking and planning. A clash of civilisations is upon us, the Crusaders v the Mohammedans 21st century style. It must be a nuisance and distraction for Hollywood and its celebrities and the folks that live in bubbles. Look, I live in Wales and we are more concerned with perfect pigs at the Denbigh and Flint show. Parochial Pigs. I apologise for being a Catastrophist. If I had a career and a family like most normal people then I wouldn't have time to worry about the end of the world. These are after all the ramblings of a mad man and only mad men and women can speak their truth because you lot are too concerned with what other people might think.

 

Catastrophising is perhaps favoured by people who don't feel that they fit in to conventional, consumer, aquistive society. If you've lived long enough to read your history books and follow global news then you know "that this too shall pass" Empires rise and fall, Roman, Persian, Greek, America next which is imploding from within and trying to fight fires without. I think they are being very forgiving considering that it was a British Executioner wif a Sarf East London accent that beheaded their journalist. They (Islamic State) are playing on our worst fears, decapitation, body bags, plague (Ebola) fire and pestilence. We have long since stopped trusting our neighbour, distrust and weariness stalks the land. We are tired of government and authority and the police.  Or are we tired of media propaganda. For all we know, perhaps they come in peace and not in pieces! Excuse me, the Job Centre calls!  

Perfect Pig

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A man at the Denbigh & Flint has just said that

 

"The Pigs this year are close to Perfect"

 

Perfect Pig.

 

The curliest of curly tails, the tenderly trimmed trotter.

 

That smoothest of snouts.

 

Journalists are being beheaded

 

Babies are being bombed in Gaza

 

Ebola

 

and people are judging Pigs???



Comedi Cymraeg - After a Fashion

Tory Street

 

Cameron warns of IS threat to UK
  I'll fetch the ISIS Flags from the van
Cos if you want the best ones
but you don't ask questions
 Then brother, I'm your man

Cause where it all comes from is a mystery,
It's like the changing of the seasons
 and the tides of the sea
But here's the one that's driving me berserk:
Why do only Fools and Tories Twerk?

CLOSING THEME

 We've got some Ebola and Gaza Strip
 A Panic attack on our lips
And miles and miles of Olympics
 Common Wealth Games

Austerity
  Bread & Circus

BedroomTax.

Fracking

Iraq

Ukraine

Putin

is

a

Ruskie!

 

Recall the Knobs from Holiday

 

Dock their wages, seize their pay.

 Income Tax and V.A.T
ATOS, DWP Come and See
 Black or white, rich or poor
 We'll  leave Europe

If You Vote!

 God bless Tory Street
Viva Tory Street
Long Live Tory Street
C'est Magnifique
That's French for Street.

Digital Detox!

Some of you are wondering where the Shark Fisherman has been! I haven't been on Social Media since last Tuesday am so that's 5 whole days without technology. No laptop, no phone! That's the longest I've gone in the last 4 years I think. A disparate group of us were approached by the Welsh Assembly Government and offered a Digital Detox retreat at Tax Payers' expense in a forest in Mid Wales. I am not allowed to give too much detail because it was a trial to see whether hardened keyboard warriors could actually be weaned off their addiction to social media. I don't know how they got hold of me but all I can imagine is that Google tipped them the wink down Mermaid Quay and a minibus ride later we were amongst the wolves and bears of Mid Wales. The others were not to know that I also go by the name of the 'Celtic Shaman' so I literally took to it like the proverbial duck to water. This was like being back in the cubs but with long trousers.
It was important to be doing stuff, like collecting firewood. We threw ourselves into displacement activities that would take away our interest in digital media. We had all been frisked for phones before leaving Cardiff. Setting up the camp ready for long daily walks was the priority on arrival. I think I freaked a few out with my tall tales around the campfire of ancient 'eneidiau Cymraeg/Welsh souls who had vowed to return to rid the land of human detritus and shite. We were a disparate group all right. Losers, sad cases and men in their 40's who loved their mothers too much. I'll let you guess which group I came under. We were not to talk about Facebook, Twitter or Texting and perhaps the toughest part was yesterday when ordinarily we would all have been watching Match of the Day but instead we played football by moonlight. 
Carwyn and the Cowboys down at Mermaid Quay don't get much right but I have to thank the Welsh Taxpayers for my little holiday in the woods. The cynic in me believes that they were targeting the Non-Conformists, those who have been openly critical on Social Media of Welsh Government Policy. All is hope is that the 'Western Fail' don't get hold of this story or there will be questions asked down the chamber. Wales Online needs to be Wales Offline.
I have just got back to 'Strangetown' Cardiff now and have jumped on to the Social Media to catch up but I can see my attachment and addiction to it beginning to wane. If there is one lesson to be learnt from all this, GET OUT IN NATURE!

Robin Williams, Bipolar Sufferer, Dead at 63 Due to Suicide | World of Psychology

Robin Williams, Bipolar Sufferer, Dead at 63 Due to Suicide | World of Psychology

Robin Williams R.I.P

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

 W. H. Auden

Scouse Seagull

 

 

 

http://www.liverpoolecho.co.uk/news/liverpool-news/liverpool-city-centre-under-attack-7589828

 

 

We are the Scouse Seagulls

That's plain for all to see,

I was having a bevvy and a smoke

while swooping for me tea

 

Then I looks down

at the paper floating by

and I thinks to meself

Aye, Aye!

 

We support Liverpool, Tranmere & Everton

We're Red, White & Blue

It's whoever feeds us really 

We are Scouse, through and through.

 

I was just saying to Wayne

that Liverpool's Business Owners had become

"Bigger, Cocky and more Aggressive"

He said "They're a pain"    

 

We are as much a part of the skyline

as designer flats and boutique hotels

We don't groan about them,

Christ, they F*****g smells.

 

We don't want your money

we just want yer food

All yer moanings

put me in a foul mood. 

 

I wouldn't worry about us too much

cos if we ate as much as you

we wouldn't be able to stand up

let alone chew.

 

but like the lady on Facebook say

The Government are shitting on you everyday

but when we drop one on you

You're going to make us pay!



What kind of Welsh are you?

 

 

What kind of Welsh are you?

 

 

Are you the Llewellyn ap Caractacus Pott

the Eurgain Gaeaf bollocks?

Are you Ich Dien

or Twll Din ir Cwin?

 

The Roath Hipster

the Gwynedd Young Farmer

The Cofi dre

or Bangor lad?

 

Are you town, country or citified

chicken curry, half and half

or hanner a hanner if you don't mind.

 

Penarth Grump

Canton Dread

 

Are you the snail in the Western Mail?

Are you Vale or Valley?

Are you Port or Pillgwenlly?

 

Are you a Denbigh dog

or a Rhuthun cat?

 

Are you Nos Sadwrn Abertawe?

 

What are you?

 

Are you a football fan?

or a Rugby Dan?

 

Are you East

or West is Best?

 

Are you Gog or Hwntw

or Mwynder Maldwyn?

 

Are you young, old, red, white and green?

 

Are you Mam or Mamgu

or a hope to be?

 

Cos Indeed to Goodness look you!

your bardic dress, your coron, your chair

makes it look like you've been to the fair. 

 

 

 



Why are we talking in the cursed tongue?

Very Anything

 

Very Anything

 

I'm not over keen on anybody who is very anything. 

very Welsh

very Loud

very Proud

Maybe because I used to be

and I don't want to be the person I used to see

in the bathroom mirror.

The face that I used to punch with my own fists

to stop the thoughts that I couldn't erase.

That was then and this is now.

I still have the furrowed brow,

 testament

to the incessant intrusions

that would bombard me and be alleviated

temporarily by the drugs and booze.

In your twenties and thirties,

you're swimming through treacle

and the secret is

'To Just Let Go'

So if you see anybody

who is very anything,

You'll know

that

it's all an act

all a show.

 

 

Shabby

 

 

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-south-east-wales-13285350

 

 

There's an old Wenglish word 'Shabby'. Stop right there, its not Wenglish, that word is used everywhere. Well it's used a lot in Wales! It's going to take a lot more than the old Pierhead Clock to turn St Mary Street from shabby to chic! Now I am not suggesting gentrification and I am not writing this wearing the hat of the Grangetown Temperance Movement but the irony is that the area around Wood St to the station taking in the 'Western Fail' building used to be called Temperance town. There is a heavy drinking culture in Cardiff and we saw that manifest itself last Saturday on the Wales march for Gaza when the protestors had beer thrown over them. I would suggest that had less to do with Zionism and more to do with the man from Caerphilly but why is this area, concentrated, with outside areas to drink alcohol? The flip flop wearers outside walkabout were the first to sense a threat to their manhood when they heard the chant. 'Free Free Palestine'! The intense drinking culture in the Capital City of Wales is to do with money and St Mary St, the boulevard of concrete, chewing gum, puke and piss is suffering because of it. A man in Manchester when he heard that I came from Cardiff said that when he visited back in 2003 that coming out at Cardiff Central station "was like coming out into the arsehole of the world". When Simple Minds played the old Arms Park back in the 80s when they stayed at the Marriot or the Holiday Inn as it was then called said that when they came out from the hotel and looked down towards the Docks and Bute Street that they had never seen anywhere so rough and these guys are from Glasgow. When the buses used to trundle down St Mary's Street before pedestrianisation, there was a lot of noise and pollution but it was alive and vibrant. The stall holders of Cardiff Indoor Market didn't want it concreted over! Its easy enough to moan Shark Fisherman, you are neither a Landscape Architect or Civil Engineer, no I am a writer with Bipolar Disorder with plenty of time on my hands and the impression that Cardiff Central Bus Station and St Mary Street gives is one of pure shabbiness guy. If I as a resident notice it so much what do visitors think? Let's have trees in St Mary Street. Pull up the pavement blocks and plant a boulevard of trees either side. Don't worry about what the drinkers and pissheads will do to the trees. Let's try it as an experiment. Let's 'Greenify' it rather than 'Gentrify' it. Let's try and put a bit of temperance back in temperance town.