Shabby Shambles

I cannot be a well man if I have returned to writing in the English Language but I gorra pen a few words about the 'shabby shambles' we do ave, jutting out to sea like the arse end of a ship! Duw, there's lot of words beginning with 'SH' in Wenglish eg shabby, shambles, sharks, shadwell & 💩. The sham assembly or the 'Shenedd' if you were a Welsh Speaker imitating Sean Connery.  
Where to begin? well what about Page 18 of today's WM (Western Mail) with a huge photograph of BJ (Bethan Jenkins) the troubled AM for South Wales West since 2007, the chair of the Assembly's Culture,Welsh Language and Communications Committee. The irony of the piece is that she is moaning about the lack of communication within PC (Plaid Cymru) group in the Arsembly.
The Shenedd is not a happy place at the moment as you only have to go to Page 4 where another 'sh' Martin 'Shippo' Shipton is going great guns on the CJ & CS affair. (Carwyn Jones & Carl Sargeant) If you don't know the why's and wherefore's of that case then heaven help you butty innit! Over on the Letters Page (33) my ol' mate 'Gwyn Buster Meredith' of Brynmawr is taking a pop at 'Welsh Nationalists' Ych a fi. On page 26 of the Business (not Pleasure) pages we are confronted with an even huger picture of the foundations of the new HMRC/DWP building which again ironically is being built on the site of the old Western Mail premises. British building bricks built upon older ones. I have covered these whole shabby episodes in previous posts. If a Doctor from the much maligned Welsh NHS was to take the temperature of the Arsembly/Shenedd at the moment, she/he would have to decide whether to put the thermometer in the armpit or up the arsehole, because the mouthpiece is missing. 
The Welsh Government/Parliament/Senate/Coven call it what you will, is a sick institution presiding over a terminally ill country. Imagine the scene as the building closes down for the Christmas Holidays. The last person to leave the building is CJ (Carwyn Jones) in his big black long coat. The key as big as something that would open a Shakespearean dungeon. There in the dim light of a frozen Dock's night dragging on a cigarette between pursed lips is LA (Leighton Andrews) No words are exchanged between them, the look is enough as we have a pull away long shot to accompanying harmonica music. Somebody shouts "Thar she blows" as Andrew RT Davies' white and bloated body is brought ashore covered in harpoons. Terracotta soldiers march from bar to bar singing well rehearsed Christmas carols that do not detract from the party line. Everyone plays it by the book. Apparently we will see the emergence of a new Political Party in Wales in 2018. Let's just hope that the name they finally choose for that, doesn't begin with 'sh' as well.