Rhandiroedd/Reservation

Rhandiroedd

 

 

cwrw a cocaine

Cymry a'i Chymreictod

Ddiystyr

Didostur

Heb Iaith

Hunaniaeth

Ar lan y môr mae rhosod cochion

Ond ddim rhai'r blaid lafur ydy'r rhain

Mae'r rheina wedi boddi wrth y lan.

Mae gwaed ar ei dwylo reit enuff

Tw Reight

Scarcely Biliff ond digon o Bailiffs

Ein bod wedi troi mewn i McDonalds 24 awr

Parc Cenedlaethol Eryri aka the Reservation

Ble mae'r chwyldroad diwydiannol wedi bod, mae o wedi gadael ei ôl

Gyda'r iaith fain

Yr iaith ffwrdd a hi

Yr iaith ddiog

Yr iaith hawdd

Iaith Cyfalafiaeth

Does dim pwynt honni mae hwn ydy iaith y nefoedd

Oherwydd bod pobol wedi gwrthod credu bellach

Nawr dyneiddiaeth ar Dduw Dawkins di pob dim.

Dwi ddim yn honni fod 'na fath beth ond dwi yn honni fod 'na frwydr ar led.

Frwydr calonnau a meddyliau.

Mae rhaid i gymryd mantell Martin a Mohandas Mahatma Ghandi

Duw Cariad Yw

Ond gwatwch eich cefnau.

Canolfan Cyfiawnder/Justice Centre

I am becoming a one man rent a mob! Today, I went to lend my support to two young people who stood behind what looked like bullet proof glass at the Canolfan Cyfiawnder/Justice Centre (?) in Aberystwyth. I think it's the posh term for law courts. They were the Chair and former Chair of Cymdeithas yr Iaith Gymraeg and it was an honour to be in the presence of such principled people. Sitting in front of the Royal Seal with the Latin Inscription 'Dieu et Mon Droit' the three justices of the peace who all spoke Welsh, listened, it has to be said 'sympathetically' to the cause presented before them. I am writing this Blog post in English so as to reach a wider audience. This was a wake up call to Carwyn Jones First Minister of Wales. We are waiting for him to make an announcement on 6 Policy Changes.

We have challenged the Welsh Government to deliver six policy changes in response to the crisis shown by the Census results and ensure the Welsh language grows and strengthens over the years ahead.

 

1. Addysg Gymraeg i Bawb / Welsh-medium Education for All

 

2. Tegwch Ariannol i'r Gymraeg / Fair Funding for Welsh

 

3. Gweinyddu'n fewnol yn Gymraeg / Make Welsh the language of work

 

4. Safonau Iaith i Greu Hawliau Clir / Clear Language Rights

 

5. Trefn Cynllunio er budd ein Cymunedau / Community-focused Planning System

 

6. Y Gymraeg yn greiddiol i Ddatblygu Cynaliadwy / Welsh central to Sustainable Development

 

For more information on our detailed policies read our Maniffesto Byw (Living Manifesto)

http://cymdeithas.org/livingmanifesto

Robin & Bethan did not enter a plea regarding the charges levelled against them and have to appear before the Royal Seal again on Friday 1st August at 10.00am. 

Channel View

I went to a Public Meeting last night. A very unusual thing for a middle aged manic depressive to do but it was more out of curiosity than anything. At the Gym last Friday I had been informed of this meeting, there was talk that the Council was going to shut our beloved leisure centre to build a school, possibly a welsh medium school at that! Talk about a conflict of interests! What do you mean you silly twonk, you haven't got any children? Ah yes but I am a language zealot and anything to further the cause of the indigenous language of the motherland or is that fatherland. I am convinced by now that the Council, Cardiff Council that is are trying to 'divide and conquer'. They feel obliged to provide Welsh medium education in the four wards namely Butetown, Canton, Grangetown and Riverside because there is a call and need for it along with English Medium education of which there is a much greater shortfall of places but once again here, like in Canton, the language is being used as a political football. When I arrived, there was a coiffured middle class lady handing out headphones to the local working class population with the instruction "In case somebody decides to speak in Welsh". I declined the offer but murmerings of discontent were spreading like wildfire, "bloody ridiculous" I heard. The people next to me actually moved over to be with their own as it appeared that I had shown my hand too early. 
I was there because I had been using the Gym for close to 25 years, in fact ever since I moved to Grangetown when it was known as the Jim Driscoll Centre. It was underused and underfunded and the Council took it over. And now the centre is earmarked as one of possible six sites under consideration for a new build primary school. I could tell from the impassioned questioning and the heated debate with the Council representative that this choice was not the popular one but talk about a 'sledgehammer' to crack a nut type of approach. There is a lot of distrust of the Welsh language and its middle class ways amongst the working class of this area. I know because the neighbour tells me so on a regular basis. So we have to be careful, swanning into an area and demanding welsh Medium education and getting the Council to do our dirty work for us. Does the word 'Tryweryn' mean nothing to these people? Sensitivity, diplomacy, tact, a win-win situation is what we are looking for, not the handing out of headphones to people who are rightfully angered by the lack of consultation, with the instruction "In case somebody decides to speak Welsh".       

Bipolar Weekend

I've just had a Bipolar Weekend. On Saturday I was almost catatonic. Withdrawn, at times desperate. I made myself or rather my mind made myself a prisoner of the house. Talk about depressive rumination. I was a keyboard warrior, glued to Facebook and Twitter looking for some trifling amusement. I am an addict. I realise that I have transferred my binge drinking and dope smoking to spending inordinate amounts of time on social media. Perhaps the latter is less self destructive than the first two but it is still a waste of life and money. I suppose I am looking for answers but knowing full well by now, that there aren't any. Anything that tickles the confirmatory bias! The pleasure when you are able to exclaim 'I knew it'. I ended up googling social isolation. Just like googling your medical symptoms, a recipe for disaster. After an hour of this, I looked like Droopy.    
 

 

I've never liked Saturdays. I find that if you don't plan for them, they just flop. It's always busy out and about so I was busy working out avoidance tactics. Where can I go to avoid the crowds? So I played the safety card and stayed at home. I was in bed by 6.30pm.

Today, Sunday, I realise that I needed to do this to recharge the old Bipolar batteries. I realise that I am on rechargables. On Thursday and Friday I saw 3 friends, well two friends and one neighbour and on all occasions I did more listening than I did talking. After the neighbour, I felt well and truly brow beaten and my mood had been affected. My mood is always affected by other people, by crowds, by the hustle and bustle. This is why perversely I choose social isolation. Yesterday I was low, today I was high. I was determined to make the most of the weather but I didn't want to bum around home territory. I flung the bicycle in the back of the old jalopy and I headed out of Dodge. I wanted to get out of Wales. This Blog is testament to my love hate relationship with the country. I don't usually like Sundays but it is usually quieter than Saturdays but again if you don't make plans, this can happen.

 

http://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/sunday.html 

 

 I travelled 30 miles to Bristol and parked at Clifton Downs. Dragged the bike out and freewheeled down through bootiful Brizole. I didn't know of its existence before today but I came across the Bristol to Bath Railway line. Bath, seriously? was it possible to cycle all the way? It was, 13miles there and 13 miles back. So the energy I stored up yesterday was used today to generate some natural dopamine and serotonin. I was on my own but did not feel socially isolated. It was busy. There was a nice vibe. There were catering facilities for cyclists. It was very pleasant.

 

http://www.bristolbathrailwaypath.org.uk/home.shtml

 

 

I don't think that I am 'Rapid Cycling' although the down moods appear to be getting longer and more intense. I am sighing a lot which is starting to annoy me. Today's high was not 'Hypomanic' high because just as I was feeling good on the way back to Kairdiff, I looked at the Toll Charges for the Second Severn Crossing £6.40.

I realised that I had to get a job and this brought my mood down further. 

 





Plenty of Fish in the Sea

Bipolar Nation Part Deux!

The Shark Fisherman of Wales also not known as D.I.Y Dave has always prided himself on the zeitgeist, having his finger ont pulse even though he doesn't have a television set, he gets his news through the wireless and tinternet. Well recently I wrote a blog post about Wales being a Bipolar Nation and my theory is that because Wales is Bipolar, that is what has made me Bipolar.

 

http://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/bipolar-nation.html

I have been living in a Bipolar Nation and it do have turned me 'Doollalley Tap Mun'. In this blog post I ascertained that North & South Wales are two very different countries.

http://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/the-northsouth-divide-in-wales.html

 

 

Now, I am not saying that I am right mind but it appears that the two countries were not North & South Wales but West & East Wales. From this Map which do have been doing the rounds of social media it appears that the Conservatives & Labour are now irrelevancies in Wales, it is a battle between the Green of West Wales and the Purple of East Wales.

 

 

So Good Manic Depressives of No Good Wales.

You can no longer sh..I mean sit on the fence. You will have to choose. Are you Welsh who don't want the English here or are you British who don't want the Romanians here? Do you want to be Welsh in Europe or do you want to be British out of Europe?

 

I'm off to take my free prescription medication.

 

They have to pay in England apparently.

 

But we have to pay for plastic bags and they don't.

 

 

D.I.Y Dave

 

They don't call me D.I.Y Dave

 

because I am shit at D.I.Y

but rather than paying shysters over the odds

I'd rather have a try.

 

The kitchen looks as if its been put together by a boxer wearing gloves

🥊

 

Give me a Hammer and some nails and I'm your man.

 

"Bang Bang, Thank you Ma,am." 

 

There's no subtlety, no nuance, no craft

 

Just Bodge it, Cut it, That'll do!

 

I don't believe in perfection

 

Bull at a Gate Productions present

 

Hopeless around the House.

 

Zap, Thud, Crash, Saw, Boing,

 

D.I.Y Dave

 

available for bar mitzvahs and weddings.