"Croeso i ddyfnderoedd fy isymwybod: Welcome to the depths of my subconscious. Shark Fishing in Wales is one man's odyssey to understand the land of his birth through anecdote, observation and reminiscence! By learning about his country, perhaps he can learn more about himself. A process of individuation which Carl Jung suggests we should all go through. Less assuming one nationhood and more working towards one nationhood before we become Independent." Daf Williams
Cymru/Wales: Bipolar Nation
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Saturday 29 August 2020
Mosey & Mooch at large
Thursday 27 August 2020
Mosey & Mooch
Mosey & Mooch
Wednesday 26 August 2020
Can you see the Liver Building from Birkenhead Park?
Can you see the Liver Building from Birkenhead Park?
Dim syniad ble i fynd, gofyn i ddyn caredig
“ It’s miles away”
First a breakfast in the Wimpy, Grange Precinct, Princes Pavement, Pyramid shopping centre, spotlessly clean and hand sanitisers on the door
“ Give us a mention on trip advisor would you, it’s the out of towners that keep us going”
A gentleman of the old school variety, so polite that I thought I’d entered a time warp to the last century.
He was like a man from the 1970s and 80s
Dapper Dan
And then I found it,
Birkenhead Park, again what I remember parks used to be like, untouched by human sanitised hands, natural, organic, rustic.
Are you reading the Bosses of Bute Park?
The rain clouds start their darting hit and runs.
Maybe this was how the weather was that day on Pilkem Ridge 31/7/1917
Tuesday 25 August 2020
My Litherland Lil, lovely Litherland Lil
Liverpool can be a mournful melancholic city where the weather decides the mood. On Monday it was baking and Williamson Square was buzzing to the sound of Karaoke at Sweeneys Bar. Tuesday was pissing it down and I ended up on a bus to Garston. I returned to the centre as soon as I could. I felt down and fatigued, weary of the lamenting underbelly. St Vincent de Paul on one side of the road and the Lynsey de Paul on the other. It’s a brave man who dares to criticise the Pool of Life. The aftermath of the Covid plague is everywhere and it does not sit well with sociable scousers. Buses that used to be vibrant with the craic, now silent as the church we are passing. Religion has laid its heavy hand on Liverpool, the two opulent cathedrals and the poverty surrounding them. Chinatown looks like Wuhan at the start of the outbreak. The Baltic Triangle, eulogised by estate agents appears cold and drab. I return every so often, this my first visit in five years. I return but I’m not sure what for.* The down to earthedness of the people. The music in the soles of the feet of the drug addicts. Man can they move. There seem to be less beggars. The ones that are left are more respectable and will engage in witty repartee and banter with the people they have just asked for money. I see other places in Liverpool. I see Newport, Gwent. I see Rhyl. Here also is a Southern Glasgow. You know I was going to say English and you know I’d be wrong. Liverpool is a celtic city, a cauldron of Irish, Scots and Welsh. It is a Republic. I’m surprised that they don’t burn effigies of Boris Johnson or Prince Andrew in full Navy regalia on Williamson Square. I am staying not a stone’s throw from the bust of Carl Gustav Jung who dreamt of the Pool of Life in 1927. I thought that synchronicity would lead me to it but I was wrong. I had to walk past the cavern club and walk around and approach the old boy from a different direction.
Well, I have bought a Day Pass on Stagecoach Buses and here I am with my feet up on the bunk at 2.00pm. Best get out there again in the pissing rain to get my money’s worth. Money’s worth of melancholia, old ropeworks and bus tickets.
You’re dying to know where I went to get my days pass moneys worth aren’t you?! No? Well I’ll tell yez anyway. Crosby but there was no sign of Stills and Nash. It was pissing down so I didn’t go and see Anthony Gormley’s non gender specific iron folk. A woman in a black bomber jacket with shimmering sequins in the shape of angels wings got on and she gave me a filthy look. I was wearing a mask so I can only presume it was because I am a man. I only took the bus to dry off so orft in a beleaguered Blundell Sands and back on the next bus to town or the City Centre. Who got back on the same bus but ‘Angel’ who gave me the same filthy look she’d given me on the way in.
I know how to live eh? Getting me money’s worth out of day passes. It beats running back from Croatia and France. Stay Wet, Go Local. There’s no point mentioning the British Weather. “But your Welsh shouts a man from a bridge” I like Liverpool but I don’t think it likes me. I love its indifference. If you’re not a Scouser you can do one. In fact the Liver Birds could be replaced by a pair of cats. Licking their paws in a “I couldn’t give a toss if you drowned in the Mersey type of fashion”. The auld place has been here for hundreds of years, 1207 in fact founded by King John and it asks of the visitor “who are you by the way?” As I write this I’m wondering what year Blacklers shut down? When did George Henry Lees close? Seeing parents queuing in the rain for school uniform while a busker played the power of love by Holly Johnson. This is a city like no other. Arrive unannounced and it will have its curlers on in marching down Bold Street. Tell them your coming and somebody will shout “Ya Divvy” from across the road to Lime Street Station. I admire this city and everything its been through but it doesn’t want you to romanticise it. They’ve done enough of that in the past.

https://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.com/2013/10/my-liverpool-lou.html
* I remember why I return, to get inspiration for me writing.
Sunday 23 August 2020
Cesspit Britain Part Two
Friday 21 August 2020
Henaint ni ddaw ei hunan
Yn wahanol i Genedlaetholwyr Albanaidd oedd yn dangos parch a difrifoldeb i'r sefyllfa roedd pennau poeth Coedpoeth yn mynd o gwmpas yn ei chylchoedd cyfryngol yn diawlio'r ffaith doeddent ddim yn gallu gorymdeithio fel roedd ei arferiad. Esiampl o Gaerdydd, Caernarfon, Merthyr a Cofid-19. Mae pethau mawr 'pandemic' yn effeithio'r byd a dim yn unig blwyfoldeb y Cymry. Dyma beth sydd yn wrthynt i mi ar hyn o bryd, fod y nod sef 'Annibyniaeth i Gymru' o fewn y wladwriaeth Brydeinig yn bwysicach nag unrhyw beth arall. The end justifies the means?
"Os ydych chi ddim gyda nii, i chi yn ein herbyn ni"
Dwi'n siŵr mi gai fy ngalw yn Dic Siôn Dafydd neu fradwr am sgrifennu'r fath beth yn 'iaith y nefoedd' ond mae rhaid deud hi fel y rwyf yn ei gweld hi.
TYNGED YR IAITH Darlith radio flynyddol BBC Cymru gan Saunders Lewis.Darlledwyd 13 Chwefror 1962.
*Betws- beadhouse (plural beadhouses) (historical) An almshouse for poor people who pray daily for their benefactors.
Thursday 20 August 2020
Yng Nghysgod Comedi: Stori Fer Ffuglen
"Fyddai'n falch fod nôl ar y bws" dwedodd ffrind gorau Greta, Catrin, "Mae'n fflipin oer"
"Beth oedd syniad Mr Rhys i ddod lawr fan hyn beth bynnag?"
"Gwleidyddiaeth Greta" ynganwyd Catrin yn llais Mr Rhys "Cig a gwaed bywyd"
Wnaeth Greta chwerthin ar hwn a chodi ei chalon dipyn bach.
Roedd Mr Rhys yn ei elfen, yn siarad da pawb ac yn amlwg yn diflasu gyda'r ffaith ei fod o ddim yn gallu ysgwyd llaw gyda mawrion y genedl. Roedd penelin ddim yn gwneud y tro o gwbl.
"Efallai fyddi di fyny mewn manna rhyw ddydd?" dwedodd Catrin
"Huh, ti yn fwy tebygol na fi"
"No Way, dwi eisiau fod yn comedienne, yn pwyntio tuag at y Glee Club,mewn manna dwi eisiau bod"
Glywodd un o fechgyn ei dosbarth beth ddwedodd Catrin
"Maen nhw yn edrych am lanhawyr a phobol tu ôl y bar"
"Hey Griff, ti'n gallu mynd yn ddall yn gwneud hwnna?"
"Gneud be?"
"Gwrando ar sgyrsiau bobol eraill"
"Sut hynny?"
A gyda'r cwestiwn mae Catrin yn esgus rhoi ddau fys yn ei lygaid o
"Dim ond trio helpu o ni"
"O ia? Bachgen un ar bymtheg oed yn ceisio helpu? Ar y llwyfan yn fanna dwi eisiau bod yn gwneud pobol llefain da chwerthin."
"Mi wneud di nhw llefain yn sicr"
Roedd Greta i ffwrdd gyda'r tylwyth teg, yn edrych yn bell ar draws y môr glawdd tuag at Benarth. Roedd hi'n gwybod yn barod fod popeth mewn bywyd yn ffals. Rhyw bantomeim oedd addysg, jwmpio trwy gylchoedd er mwyn cael cymwysterau i swyddi doedd dim yn bodoli.
Roedd hi'n gwybod na'i thynged hi fasa’n gweithio mewn rhyw siop, TK Maxx neu rywbeth tebyg. Fasa Gwleidyddion Mr Rhys ddim yn gallu stopio hi rhag gwneud hwnna ag basa’r Gweinidog gyda chyfrifoldeb am yr Iaith Cymraeg ddim grym o gwbl dros y ffaith nag yr eiliad fasa hi yn gadael tir yr ysgol am y tro olaf fasa’r tro olaf iddi siarad Cymraeg.
Yn dringo fyny'r bws mae Greta yn troi at Catrin "Yn Gymraeg neu Saesneg fyddi di yn gwneud dy gomedi?"
Monday 17 August 2020
I wanted to write a poem today
So I wanted to write a poem today
Saturday 8 August 2020
The Staff of Life
Sunday 2 August 2020
The Walrus & the Carpenter
The fact is, the poet does not want admiration, he wants to be believed.
— Jean Cocteau Quotes (@CocteauQuotes) September 21, 2020
Death by Taxes
"Individuals and businesses not paying the tax they should deprives the government of the funding it needs to provide vital public serv...
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