Anti-Semitism

I shouldn't really go there but the Shark Fisherman of Wales tends to go to places that others fear to tread. Anti-Semitism is the new Paedophilia. It is the 'N word'. It is so Taboo that it sends Labour, Conservative and Uncle Tom Cobley and all into apoplexy. One of the first books I read as a teenager was about the Holocaust and Adolf Eichmann. It had a red cover and I was drawn to it every time I entered the school library. I am not Jewish and I do not know many Jews so perhaps, no I definitely shouldn't be writing a post about it but I have a very small readership and I do not anticipate a stream of comments as if this was a Guardian Column. Is Anti-Semitic sentiment worse than Islamophobia? Isn't Islamophobia understandable to an extent these days in light of atrocities that claim to be done under that religion's name. After all you wouldn't be human if you didn't carry prejudice in some shape or form. Prejudice is not racism. Somebody said that Palestinians are Semites. On my sojourn in a Dutch Prison I met a man whose father was Jewish and mother Arabic. A great man with a great sense of humour. He was half and half rather than a full breed. I am half Gog and half Hwntw! I am sure this is what gives me my appeal and charisma. To be a full blown anything.....please enter Catholic, Protestant, Jehovas Witness carries its own dangers. You are then in danger of being a full blown defensive. You live in complete fear that your beliefs can be questioned, that your Ivory Tower can be toppled any minute. Any race or people with a history of persecution will carry that gene in its DNA. A race of people can carry a persecution complex. You will think that Ken Livingstone is Anti-Semitic if you don't like Ken Livingstone. You will think him so if you want to see the new Labour leadership undermined because Livingstone is one of Corbyn's men and from day one of his tenure, whispers have been whistling through the corridors of power. Whispers that go right back to the Balfour Declaration of 1917. 

Personality

I caught some of the leaders debate, enough to realise that this assembly election is not about politics and policy, it is about personality. The doyen of the Westminster establishment broadcasting bubble, Huw Edwards, who was probably still a bit moist down below from having interviewed Barack Obama relaxed back into his fuss arse West Walian patois and clucked around like a mother hen. He gave the big hitters namely Conservative, Labour and Plaid Cymru the Lion's share of the debate on Tata Steel and health from what I saw. It was who could bellow the loudest and from the part I saw, our Huw didn't let Alice Hooker-Stroud, the leader of the Green Party have a look in. There is only so much bluff and bluster that I can put up with and I left the room. Only 3 of the Personalities can speak Welsh, not that that makes a blind bit of difference because we are in Wales 2016 where Cymraeg is an afterthought and a bloody good anthem at the beginning of the Rugby. I'm not sure whether the language was discussed on BBC Wales but I'm sure a natter was had with Huw behind the scenes. I don't think that Nathan Gill, leader of UKIP in Wales has got much of a personality. They could have put the cardboard cutout that they were so busily touting beforehand up on stage and that might have done a better job but I re-iterate it was only ten minutes that I saw. Carwyn Jones actually looked well groomed and coiffured and he is displaying more of a personality in this election run up than in all the years that he has been leader since he took over from Rhodri Morgan. But these are Welsh establishment figures and to the shock of the world this morning we find that Welsh Labour have said that the Leader of Labour in the UK is not welcome in Wales. So what is this? Have Wales declared UDI before the votes have been counted next Thursday! Are Welsh Labour telling us that Jeremy Corbyn is not welcome in Wales? What kind of a personality would decide something like that?

A Blairite that's who. A man who was full of personality. 





The Zebra in a Hairdresser's Window

Why the hell would you put a Zebra in the window of your Hair Salon?

It was not far from St Paul's Cathedral and Mansion House

Does it shake its mane while being chased by a Tiger and cry 'I'm worth it'?

Is it to emphasise the victim status of the customers?

Me Lion charge a lot, you defenceless stripey horse that doesn't have much use bar helping people across the road

"It's a feature dahling, we are noted for our Zebra,

(turns) Is got you writing poem about it damn fool"

A poem is a bit strong but yes I have been inspired to write a few words of praise to..

"Zebras don't have names, stupid!

We are keeping it for the Lord Mayor"

"Boris the Buffoon?"

"his bikes have gone Barclays

and he needs a new mode of transport 

and some dazzle camouflage"

  

Worm-Fest

It's an ant summer man

Blackbirds are making hay at Worm-Fest

Macho Robin puffing out his red breast

Heather puts out, whatever the weather

A Jay or two, Pink and Blue

Daffodil Days

Magpies for the making of suspicion and paranoia

Nature's ways

I salute you.

BHS

Young man, there's no need to feel down

I said young man, pick yourself off the ground

I said young man, 'cause you're in a new town

There's no need to be unhappy

Young man, there's a place you can go

I said young man, when you're short on your dough

You can shop there, and I'm sure you will find

that the fashions haven't changed since 1978

It's no fun to shop at British Home Stores 

It's no fun to shop at British Home Stores

They have nothing for young men to enjoy

You can hang out with all the cobwebs

It's no fun to shop at British Home Stores 

It's no fun to shop at British Home Stores

You can get yourself clean, you can have a good (?) meal

You can do whatever you feel

Young man, are you listening to me

I said young man, what do you wanna be?

I said young man, you can make real your dreams

But you've got to know this one thing

No man, does it all by himself

I said young man, put your pride on the shelf

And just go there, to British Home Stores

I'm sure they can't help you today

It's no fun to shop at British Home Stores 

It's no fun to shop at British Home Stores

They have nothing for young men to enjoy

You can hang out with all the cobwebs

It's no fun to shop at British Home Stores 

It's no fun to shop at British Home Stores

You can get yourself clean you can have a good (?) meal

You can do whatever you feel

Young Man, I was once in your shoes (Primark)

I said I was, down and out with the blues

I felt no man, cared if I were alive

I felt the whole world was so jive

That's when someone, came up to me

And said young man, take a walk up the street

There's a place there, called British Home Stores

They can start you back on your way

It's no fun to work at British Home Stores 

It's no fun to work at British Home Stores

Young man, young man there's no need to feel down

Young man, young man pick yourself off the ground

BHS and just go to British Home Stores

Commiserations to the 11,000 who have lost their jobs. 

Ed-wcation

To be or not to be....in Welsh or English? On page 18 of this week's Golwg magazine there is an advertisement from the WJEC. You know the examination board that inhabits the Gaudiesque building on Western Avenue dans le Cardiff. There are 8 jobs on offer, The 'caws mawr' (Swyddog Pwnc Cymraeg Ail Iaith/Officer Subject Welsh Second Language) will be on a nice screw £51,717 a year top whack (pro-rata) Now how in Christ's name, Saints preserve us can you justify such a salary? It is an Exam Board for F***ks sake!!!

I thought the idea of learning Welsh as a second language had been 

discredited by the Welsh Language Society and outgoing Education Minister Huey Lewis. I've got a personal beef with examination boards because I failed all mine and that is why I am writing poisonous blog posts now. It's not a very good salary 'pro-rata' but at least I get to tell the truth, a truth, my truth, so help me God. They want two editorial officers on £33,432 a year. Shitty little pen pushers to make sure 'that the Ecsaminations Syr are in good and propyr ordyr indeed to gwdness look yew'. That is more than the teachers of Welsh as a Second Language earn a year. I didn't even take my Maths O level (GCSE) but I have calculated that the salaries of these eight jobs combined are £203,544 a year which doesn't include the 'caws mawr's' salary. The Welsh Assembly and the Welsh Language Society have said that it is a model that doesn't work yet here we have all this money, that could be going to Port Talbot Steelworks or the NHS being laundered on the salaries of Administrators. It is a F*****g disgrace, pardon my French! Wales is a land of administrators, we don't need no more adminishtraitors. My English is going up the wall now.

Back in 1983 I passed Welsh as a Second Language at O level on the WJEC syllabus with an A Grade. I cheated. I lied. It was my first language but it was the only subject that I was going to be able to get a qualification in. Dear cbac/wjec please inform all your adminishtraitors to scroll back through their Amstrad compiwtar divisives to now mark my paper down as null and void. The problem with teaching Welsh as a Second Language is that people come to view it as a Second Rate Language.   

caws mawr - big cheese 

The Cambrian Sleaze

Well, the Cambrian Sleaze have outdone themselves this week. I'm almost speechless. Good thing that I have a Blog where I can jot down my incredulities. Where does the Shark Fisherman place his fin to begin? I know, Page 14 where in unashamed UKIP colours there is a debate between two people who have obviously never met in real life so how can it be a debate. Candidate A on the left goes in for the factual, statistical, Candidate B on the right goes straight for the emotive jugular. In fact I don't think that Candidate B actually exists. It is a made up person. If I go into more detail, I will get dragged into the automotive emotive and I don't want to do that! I certainly don't want you to rush out and buy a copy, the 80p would be better off spent given to a Big Issue seller. The longer I spend up here, the more I am hypnotised by the small town mentality. The defensive stance of the paper and the siege mentality is staggering. This is a paper that plays 'Devil's Advocate' and similar to its mother paper 'The Western Mule' which gives us a parochial, Unionist view of the Principality (sorry, it just slipped out) it is effective in causing division. All I can say in response to candidate B is  

Who knows himself a braggart, Let him fear this; for it will come to pass 

That every braggart shall be found an ass.  --Parolles, Act 4, scene 3, line 372, 

All's Well That Ends Well 

Moving swiftly back to the front page. I am no Lawyer but I am wondering whether they have actually libelled a local woman in an 'EXCLUSIVE by Cambrian News Reporter' by publishing a photograph of her next to the headline 'Woman put hand down 15 year old's trousers '. A woman has gone on trial this week accused of slipping her hand down the trousers of a 15 year old boy. So she is on trial and hasn't been found guilty. As far as I can ascertain she is neither a teacher nor a professional footballer and this alleged incident happened at a party. Now I am presuming that if this was a party, there might have been alcohol involved and unless the boy was walking around with a badge that says 'I am 15' on it then how was the alleged to know. She had allegedly told him to bugger off and he had gone home to tell his brother and we all know that men don't like rejection so now she is on the front page of the Cambrian Sleaze. Excuse the term but this looks like another 'witch-hunt'. I use the term witch in a non-gender specific way. We all know that the age of consent is 16 but if I was 15 and an attractive 34 year old woman put her hand down my trousers I certainly wouldn't be blabbing to the local newspaper. I would have written it down in a journal or on my blog and gone to watch 'The Graduate'. In the same week that two 14 year old girls have been charged with the murder of a Lincolnshire Mother and Daughter and in the past month two young girls, not even teenagers were found guilty of murdering a vulnerable woman in her own home, it does start making you believe the adage that age is just a number. A number made up by the law courts. All I can surmise is that because the Cambrian Sleaze now has competition from another snoozepaper in the county, it has decided to go down the News of the World route and we all know what happened to that rag.

Finally 'Opera Star hits out after customer 'told to speak English or get out' on page 3. If the well known opera star had actually hit out, then that would have been the front page news story. 

'Argy-Bargy in well known conglomerate that doesn't pay tax, begins with S and rhymes with F**ks'  

I've been in there once and once was enough. Just before last Christmas and rather than linguistic apartheid I was greeted with 'ennui'. The staff could not give a F**k. I get that a lot and I've started to take it personally. It's as if they must know that I am going to slag them off in a semi-anonymous blog. Well Aberystwyth what are we going to do with you? Not so long ago a well known harpist of international acclaim was slung out of the HSBC on Great Darkgate street for timidly mentioning that the Welsh language was not given as much space on their signage as the other languages and he was told to 'sling his hook'. Now an Opera Star in Starbucks. Ooops!  When I was sat in there listening to tinny Christmas carols on a loop and feeling crushed I noticed that the signage in BuckStar was in Welsh. In fact there was a lot of Cymraeg on the walls but that is as far as it goes it appears but what really rubs my rhubarb is that a newspaper with usually only one article in Welsh in it (Not this week ironically cos the Cymro is on holiday) seeks fit to highlight deficiencies elsewhere. Why don't we admit the unpalatable truth that here in Modern day Wales everybody has got a shitty attitude towards the indigenous language and that includes candidate B.

By the way what is Palestine in Welsh please?      

Bugger Brexit

Why is it so great to be British?

don't fidget, no need to be skittish!

Is it the football or the Sunday roast?

Is it the text speak or the beans on toast?

When on holiday, you're being tucked over

cos you can't speak the lingo,

do you yearn for the White Cliffs of Dover?

Is it London?

or the fact that we all sound the same?

What is it your playing? What is your game?

Being British is a myth, it's a sham,

do you really think that you're the same as Cam?

You think that leaving Europe will fix your personal woes?

your prejudice and darkness

go pick your nose

cos the bogeymen are up there

and not under the stair.

Just face it, like me, the Bad Poet, you haven't a clue

In or Out, we'll always be blue

poor and depressed we'll yearn for our eternal rest

You don't like change

you're a creature of habit

If you listen to the propaganda

look mate, we've had it.

So like sane George III of yesteryore 

just pop a tab

and say

"Bugger Brexit" 

Les Incompétents

Les Incompétents

The copper with a disdain for crime

The chimney sweep who couldn't stand grime

The fireman who hated fire

The salesman who couldn't sell and had to hire.

Doing a job that doesn't suit you 

is de rigueur these days.

The potter who hated lime

The watchmaker who never kept time

The undertaker who was scared of the dead

The artist whose work was like an unmade bed.

The postman who thought he was better

 than every god damn parcel and letter

The career advisor who was forever unemployed,

the positions she advised were never enjoyed

usually missionary standing at a till. 

The waiter and waitress who couldn't make out a bill.

The butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker were all hipsters

the artisan cheese maker was a chav on the make

he actually sold reptiles, his favourite, a snake

The lifeguard who couldn't swim

The fashion model who lived in a bin

The bin man who dreamt of the cat walk

The teacher who could not reach

out to the students who could not study

The banker who couldn't spell fraud

The junior doctor moving abroad

but the sappiest sap of all
was the writer

 the short-arse who thought he was tall

s/he had never heard of the word 'rejet'  

they thought it French, therefore European

and that it didn't apply to them. 

Misanthrope on a Bike

http://www.keepcalm-o-matic.co.uk/p/misanthropes-unite-not-really-fuck-off/

I look at my bike

It is a Silver Raleigh

bought circa 1991 from a shop that no longer exists.

Do I exist?

Like a ghost bike I cycle passed mums and prams

as they shout "Bastard, Single, White, Middle Aged

Male.

You will never breed like the men who did this to us"

Llefydd Bach, Trefi Bach 

The faster you ride, the further away from the grave stone...

You arrive at your destination,mortal.

I have time to chat but not about trivia...

Don't talk to me about the weather

or I'll charge at you with my thin tyres.

I will wrench the sharpest spoke and run you through

but at least that's what I'd like to do

but you can get arrested for that sort of thing.

Come my trusty steed

let us away from this mad and maddening crowd

I am starting to question my sanity amongst this lot.

llefydd bach, trefi bach: small places, small towns.

Get out of Jail FREE!

http://www.theguardian.com/books/2016/apr/12/book-an-appointment-doctors-to-prescribe-novels-in-new-scheme

I cannot help but feel that this is yet another 'buck passing' scheme by professionals. We can all find information in books and off the internet but what human beings need, young and old is the power of connection. The power of connection however is not to be had because the system is run by finance and therapists and professionals need to be paid...or do they? We learn today that people have to wait years for specialist treatment in Wales and indeed I was told by my own Psychiatrist that people have to be in extreme states before they are seen by the service. For years before my own diagnosis I would spend ages in Cardiff Central library in its older incarnation looking at books in the Mental Health & Psychology section to try and work out what was wrong (right) with me. I was told by my own GP in 1997 when I presented first of all with Unipolar Depression that the services were so stretched that they would not be able to see me and therefore it took another 11 years for me to become an acute/emergency case before I was seen. At 21 years of age I was told by my first Psychiatrist (I've had 2) that I was 'Highly Sensitive' and I suspect that a majority of young people today are highly sensitive but they are being told by the adult professionals to go and look it up in a book. So it is go and do your homework, all over again. Everyone needs Counselling, even those who think that they are Mentally well, if just to have their illusions shattered. There have indeed been certain books that have been a help to me in my recovery but if you want to know what they are....you'll have to pay me for the knowledge because until society changes, a society run by market forces, we are going to see more and more young people being sent off to the library (if it hasn't closed down) to go and diagnose themselves.

Mug Shots

In this week's edition of the Cambrian Snooze we have the mugshots of the local candidates for Assembly Election in May.

Wake Up!!! What makes this seat more interesting than others is that it is a fight between the Liberal Democrats and Plaid Cymru, where very often in other parts of the country and the rest of the UK, it tends to be a fight between those boring bastions (you thought I was going to say something else there) namely Labour and Conservative. We've had 17 years of 'Hard Labour' in Wales since the talking shop started in 1999 and what have the people of Wales done to deserve such punishment. Only now, with his position of power under threat is Carwyn Jones showing anything like a personality. The 'Grey Lady' of Welsh Politics is to dynamism what Nigel Farage is to Race Relations. Which brings me to the candidates for UKIP. Now we know that Nathan Gill, the leader of the kippers in Wales is not too enamoured of Aberystwyth University old boy Neil Hamilton and less so of his wife after yesterday's outpourings but I would have thought it more sensible for the party if they had put Gethin James in as the lead regional candidate for Mid and West Wales to be elected via proportional representation. This is why everybody is getting hot under the collar because they know that Sir Neil of Tatton and various end of the pier shows has a jolly good chance of getting in under this system.  Parochialism always dictates under such circumstances 'Mae Gethin yn siarad Cymraeg'. Gethin James speaks Welsh. When I last looked under the rock, Ceredigion is still a Welsh speaking county so common sense would dictate that you have a representative that spoke the local lingo but since when have UKIP been interested in common sense and strategy. 

From the mug shots you will see that the Greens have the youngest, brightest looking candidates, untainted by the cynicism of middle age. We should be voting for them on that fact alone. If there were no faces to go with the party symbols and colours, how would this change our voting habits? We all like a character and the Conservatives have those in abundance. Dr Felix Aubel, the Conservative candidate for the seat has been called 'Donald Trump Trelech', the Donald Trump of the village in Carmarthenshire where he is the incumbent Congregationalist minister. Certainly as 'boorish' as Boris Johnson but very unfair to compare him with the Republican Zealot. It is refreshing that the Labour candidates are not even worth mentioning, because they are Welsh Labour who I emphasise time and time again must be differentiated from Jeremy Corbyn. He is a Socialist. This brings us in conclusion to the front runners, the incumbent Elin Jones has been there since the beginning and she will be hard pushed by Elizabeth Evans if the roadside placards on the coastal strip are anything to go by.

Further inland, around Lampeter, is Plaid Cymru's stronghold. Their list candidate is Simon Thomas. It is said, all be in it in the Cambrian Liberal News, that he threw the General Election away, against Mark Williams in 2005 with a poorly thought out strategy and many were surprised that he thought himself suitable to put himself forward as a candidate for the Leadership of the Party. The Liberals then went on to consolidate the seat and expand their majority considerably by 2010. So hardly an inspiring lot for my family to choose from but choose they must for this is Democracy apparently. I will be casting my 'loony toon' vote in Cardiff South and Penarth where I still have a second home. I will be voting Green but they don't have a cat in hell's chance down there amongst the concrete and Labour but they DO have a chance here in Wales' #Green and Pleasant Land.     

A Tale of Two Placards

I have returned to the bosom of the family in Ceredigion for a tour of duty and on the 9/4/2016 it is already a 'tale of two placards' in the hedgerows of the County. It looks like it's going to be a two horse race here on Grand National Day with Elin Jones, the incumbent Assembly Member, there since the 'Siop Siarad' inception in 1999 being pushed hard by Liberal Democrat hopeful Elizabeth Evans. Both ladies live in the quaint, Georgian seaside town of Aberaeron where by chance the Conservative candidate still has a home. The booming Felix Aubel, Congregationalist Minister who doesn't give anybody else much of a look in when on the Welsh version of Question Time 'Pawb a'i Farn'. A very able man and somebody who would bring some much needed life and colour to Cardiff Bay. It's just a shame about his politics. In the Cambrian snooze this week Elizabeth Evans says "the roots of liberalism are in Ceredigion, the roots of Nationalism are not". Well I'm wondering how far you want to go back. I was campaigning in the 1991 General Election for the Plaid/Green candidate Cynog Dafis. He overturned a huge majority held by the standing MP Geraint Howells. I was more Plaid then but I am more Green now and a major reason being that Plaid Cymru sanctions its members to go to the House of Lords, that bastion of the British Class system. I don't think you can call Plaid Cymru Welsh Nationalists any more, indeed they don't like the 'n' word because of it's historic global connotations. They have started emulating the style of the British Parties in wearing sharp suits with padded shoulders. We have to remember that the Cambrian Snooze is a newspaper that was started by Liberals so they are biased and at the moment if the roadside placards are anything to go by, Elizabeth Evans is pipping it on size alone. There are some huge triangles in the hedgerows and laybys. In 2011 Elin Jones took 12,020 votes and Elizabeth Evans 10,243 so 41.34 % of the vote to 35.23% of the vote. Between then and now we have had a General Election where the Liberal Democrats returned Mark Williams to Westminster, one of the few UK wide left in the place. My sympathies are with Plaid because I am still a Welsh Nationalist but I fear that they may get pipped this time and it will be interesting to monitor the Cambrian Snooze between now and May 5th for out and out bias because the hatchet job they did on Mike Parker, Plaid Cymru candidate in the last General Election was unforgivable.  Plaid Cymru could do with the Green vote who took 1,514 votes last time and a coalition in this county seems sensible but at the moment the possibility of that appears further away than ever. As you might have ascertained by now, my big concern is for the Welsh Language even though I am remiss in its use. Plaid Cymru have distanced themselves from the image of being the party of the language but if anywhere needs life blown back into the language, it is in Ceredigion where like Carmarthensire, its use has declined to the same extent as coastal erosion, yearly biting into the cliffs. Through a combination of laziness by native speakers and not wanting to appear rude to the visitors, who like the area and then stay, the language's fate appears to mirror the 'Broc Mor' featured in the archive footage above.  

Comiwn Tryfan

Fel Pensaer y syniad hollol ymarferol yma dwi wedi penderfynu galw'r lle yn 'Comiwn Tryfan'. Wyddom fod Tryfan yn enw ar fynydd ond hyd y gwn i ddydi o ddim yn enw ar gymuned. Ddim eto! Rhywle o gwmpas Llanidloes fasa’n ddelfrydol ar ffordd Staylittle a Machynlleth. Yn debyg i S4C pan maent yn edrych am bobol i gymryd rhan yn ei rhaglenni gwanci 'reality television' allwn ni hysbysebu yn y cylchgronau ac mor bell i ffwrdd ar Wladfa. Unigolion oll brwdfrydig ac yn barod i genhedlu dros yr Iaith Gymraeg. Dod a Phawb at ei gilydd, a bit of 'mood music'. Plethyn roeddwn yn meddwl ac wedyn 'Awe'. Mi fasa Comiwn Tryfan yn 'experiment cymdeithasol' o dan oruchwyliaeth bobol anhysbys ond bobol sydd ar gyfrifoldeb o wneud yn siŵr fydd na ddim llosgach yn digwydd yn y comiwn yn y dyfodol. Felli fydd 'Comiwn Tryfan' yn creu y Master Race Gymraeg gyda ddim gair o Saesneg ar gyfyl y lle. Lasen ni ddeud mi fydd hwn yn 'Tryweryn' in reverse. Oherwydd maent o Saesneg dwi'n defnyddio mi fydd hyd yn oed y Pensaer yn cael i atal rhag ymweld ar gymuned. Yn y blynyddoedd i ddod bydd plant Tryfan yn cael ei adnabod am ei 'dim nonsens' agwedd i bob dim. Ar ei ymweliadau i Gaerdydd a Chlwb Ifor Bach ni fydd 'Poseur' 'Cyfryngi' neu 'Parasite Iaith' yn sefyll ar ei draed ac mi fydd na patrol gyson yn cael i anfon i lawr i'r 'Hen Lyfrgell' i wneud yn siwr fod o ddim yn troi mewn i geto dosbarth canol Cymraeg. Mi fydd pobol 'Comiwn Tryfan' yn ymweld ar Eisteddfod ond ni fyddant yn cystadlu oherwydd dydyn nhw ddim yn gyd weld ar ffenomenon o gystadlu. Ac i blesio'r defaid, pwy a ŵyr, efallai yn y dyfodol fydd un o Gomiwn Tryfan yn chwarae dros Gymru gyda'r gorchymyn i beidio cystadlu ac i beidio siarad Saesneg.

Gwylliaid Cochion Mawddwy

Ges i syniad bore mha, 'as you do'. Beth dasa na grŵp o bobol yn dechrau commune yn Ganolbarth Cymru a nod y commune yw bod pawb i siarad Cymraeg, dim Saesneg na unrhyw iaith arall. Fydd y commune yn gymysgedd o wyry a menywod yn ei ugeiniau ac mi fydd disgwyl iddyn nhw genhedlu fel cwningod gwyllt. Wrth gwrs fydd y rhieni yn medru Saesneg ond fydd y babis newydd heb wallt dim ond gydag un iaith ac yr iaith yna fydd y Gymraeg. Yn y blynyddoedd i ddod mi all y commune yma droi yn bentref ac wedyn yn dref a rheol y dref yma fydd 'DIM SAESNEG'. Y gobaith fydd gan y plant cymaint o falchder yn ei iaith ni fyddant yn synnu dim pan maent yn mynd allan i'r byd modern yng Nghymru, y byd modern cyfalafol ble mae 'making a quick buck' yn bwysicach na'r iaith gynhenid. Fydd y babis, fydd yn troi yn blant, fydd yn troi yn oedolion ifanc, yn mynnu cael ei wasanaethu yn iaith ei Mamwlad ac ni fyddant yn cymryd na fel ymateb, na rhedeg off i ddeud wrth y comisiynydd Meri Huws. Cofiwch fydd y bobol gynhenid yma yn wyllt. Mwy gwyllt na wylliaid cochion Mawddwy ac yn gryfach nag unrhywbeth welodd y Stockman's Bar yn Llanelwedd erioed. Mi fyddant wedi tyfu fyny heb yr 'interference' rydym ni fel Cymry Cymraeg yn cael trwy'r amser, y rhwystr o fod yn wlad dwyiaethog. Rydym wedi trio hwnna a dydy o ddim yn gweithio oherwydd fydd yr iaith fwyaf pwerus, sef y Saesneg, gwastad yn ennill er golled i'r iaith Gymraeg. Mae'r Saesneg gyda grym llywodraeth Westminster ar ei ochr ble mae'r Gymraeg gyda chefnogaeth Carwyn a'i cronies a hwnna pan maen nhw yn teimlo fel cefnogi fe. Felli beth amdani? Beth am ail-wylltio Cymru ond gyda phobol y tro yma!!! 

So where should I go George?

So me Welsh is shit or rather not good enough for employment purposes so I have decided this morning to go and teach English abroad. The Graphic above is 4 years out of date but I wouldn't imagine that it has changed that much. Unfortunately Panama City is not included in the top ten locations. I was looking for somewhere to launder my sweaty socks. When I go is another matter. I still have responsibilities to attend to but the decision I have to make is wait for people to die or go now. I know that this not a decision that you, my readership, can make on my behalf but you could choose one of the above top ten and say why you think it would be a good (or bad) destination and decision for the Shark Fisherman of Wales to make. At the moment I am toying between Japan, S Korea and Vietnam.  I've got a passport with only 4 years left on it. Six years have passed and I haven't been anywhere because I have been rooted in fear because of my Amsterdamned experience. I'm hoping that a shady back street English language teaching institution will turn a blind eye to the fact that I am 'batshit crazy'. Hell I can talk and write English can't I? The Language of Oppression. I've got Stockholm Syndrome so bad that I feel the need to go and teach the accursed tongue to other unfortunates. I'm not getting anywhere fast in my conditioned 9-5 homeland so at least a decision has been made. Who knows, wherever I lay my hat, I might get a new found appreciation for the language and culture that remains tantalisingly just out of my reach. 

Say Hello, Wave Goodbye

Shark Fishing in Wales is one of the longest 'Farewell Notes' in History. I have already bade farewell to Facebook and according to insider sources my account will be deleted in two weeks, not de-activated but deleted. I am still on Twitter but I'm treading water really. I am in the wrong place, spiritually and geographically. I need to take to the road again. I tried to escape my mind in 2000 by moving to London and then to Amsterdam in 2005. I didn't know what I was doing then  and self depreciatingly, I don't know whether I am any the wiser now. I am ten years wiser and I am still trying to escape into the outside world when escaping inside is an answer. Unfortunately I am mistaking escaping inside with withdrawing. I feel a curling up at the edges. Whether in Aberystwyth or Cardiff, I am feeling diminished.
I have to get some kind of work now to keep me out of libraries and off social media. £7.20 an hour has never been so appealing. I don't fancy being one of those meeter/greeters at B&Q which can happen to people of my age. Grey haired and pretending not to be grumpy. Finding employment now which is age appropriate, is now going to be a challenge, where I have spent the last decade trying to avoid work, making excuses that I have familial responsibilities, that would make it impossible to commit to a conventional 9-5. 
I don't want to work. I want to write and surf the net but these activities are frowned upon by those who worship religion and use tax havens for saving's purposes. I don't think I am hurting anybody but my perception rightly or wrongly is that I am hurting people by withdrawing my help and attention from them. The two 'things' that underpin existence 'boredom' and fear of death. The fear of annihilation underpins our lives which is why Paris & Brussels hit us so hard. Some are not afraid of death because their lives have become so miserable. They want a better life but are at a loss as to how to make this happen. The Philosopher Fisherman had hoped that by putting his thoughts down in Blog Form that this might assist him in deciding his next course of action because action is required and not more prevarication.