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Thursday, 2 June 2016

The only 'Rave in the Village'




Well 'eaven for fend', Llandewi Brefi is in the news again. Ravers have been bagging up their own litter after 'an illegal rave', wossat then? a party on privately or publically owned land? kin ell, Daffyd would be quivering in his pixie boots.


"Officers have urged landowners to be vigilant to people enquiring about their land in the guise of hiring it for apparently acceptable activities such as gymkhanas and scouts and guides events."

So who decided that a gymkhanas and scout and guide events were an acceptable activity? Now come up to speed bois bach (pardon the pun) but Llanddewi Brefi is of historical importance to Drug Culture in Wales yet we still have local councillors saying things like this

 "I have had quite a few people in Llandewi expressing their concerns - people driving through the village at very high speeds and perhaps putting people in danger."

That was perhaps the ever vigilant police once they found out that there was a large gathering late on Saturday night.
"This is the site of Llanddewi Brefi. It derives the second part of its name from a local legend involving two oxen. The oxen were hauling stone up a steep hill when one of them collapsed and died. The other bellowed nine times, and because its bellow was so loud, the place became known as Llanddewi Brefi (brefi meaning bellow). The village’s connection with the Welsh patron saint led to the first part of the village name. In 520 AD Saint David (Welsh:Dewi Sant), held the Synod of Brefi here and it has borne his name since; “Llan” referring in Welsh place names to a church or holy place. Legend has it that when the crowd that had gathered to see the saint couldn’t hear him, he raised the ground from underneath himself so that he was standing on a small hill."
I think that in this case it is the local Tories and Ukippers who are bellowing instead of the cattle of old and it sounds as if St David himself had been on a little something if he was able to raise the ground underneath himself so that he was standing on a small hill. Talk about a storm in a tea cup full of magic mushrooms. If anybody died from attending this ILLEGAL RAVE or from taking an ILLEGAL SUBSTANCE then I will delete this blog post. 'Amen'


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