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Monday, 18 September 2017

1997





So Lady Di was already dead by the time that her ex husband's country became devolved. I had forgotten. I remember where I was when Wales became devolved. Clwb Ifor Bach! I was with an Irish Socialist Republican from Tremorfa who I don't even know whether he is alive or dead today. Dead I would imagine but I am so glad that we didn't say goodbye. I think that night was the last time that I saw him. After the result from Carmarthen came in, John Meredith's cherubic, angelic features lighting up the night sky. We legged it over to the Welsh College of Music and Drama. The people I was with were voting for Independence! I was holding an old fabric 'ddraig goch' that I had bought in Siop y Pethe, Aberystwyth, a flag that had celebrated Cynog Dafis victory in Ceredigion five years previously and a flag that had been tied to the bonnet of a car that drove past Cayo Evan's Glandennis, stopped, and whose owner had the honour of shaking the great man's hand. Dafydd Wigley, Ron Davies, Richard Livesey, Win Griffiths, Peter Hain the architects of the Yes Campaign were all outside on a very good morning in Wales. Wales, Bipolar Nation! 1997 was the year that I went to the GP and said "listen buster I am fucking depressed" A devolved Wales couldn't stop my descent into a depressive slump. At this stage I was unipolar! Down all the time with occasional flashes of anger! I had lived for ten years in Grangetown, Cardiff. That might have had something to do with it.
The doctor told me that I wasn't presenting as ill enough to be seen by mental health services. I had my degree in humanities from the University of Glamorgan but I didn't know what the fuck to do with it. Like Wales I didn't have a plan and look at the pair of us now, twenty years on. We are both in a similar position! I am now bipolar because I went high, really high, touched the stars but the problem was I was still depressed. Just depressed with a smile on my face. Many of those I knew at the time have done well for themselves. Some of them are actually in the Senedd Chamber itself as elected representatives. One is in the Media reporting on such matters! What of the Senedd? What would my Socialist Republican friend think of the fact that 7 UKIP members were voted in, in 2015? Were they even around in 1997? Cardiff, the Capital City of Wales didn't vote for a devolved Wales yet they have the building in Cardiff Bay which was Cardiff Docks before this! Souless and sanitised Mermaid Quay throws illumination on a Norwegian Church which has already been moved once and is now threatened to be surrounded by new developments. Butetown, Tiger Bay but is the Assembly a toothless tiger? Yes, of course it is! On the weekend, the new kids on the block of Independence met up in Caernarfon and Cardiff and the best of luck to them all. I feel that it is going to take a seismic kick in the balls to the Land of my Fathers to push us towards Independence. Another Tryweryn God Forbid? We didn't vote in 1997 for 'Little Britain' but this is what we have with the Assembly. Carwyn and his Labour cronies pretending to be friends with Corbyn. Tony Blair gave us a big toy to play with and we're still playing with it twenty years on! It appears no one will get bored with this soother if they are earning £60,000 a year minimum. I nearly lost my flag that night to someone who had taken a shine to it. (ironically Cynog's son in law) He obviously didn't realise that it had a history. I wrapped myself in it and trudged back to Grangetown wondering why I was still depressed. Today I realise why!        

Sunday, 17 September 2017

Bring Back Bus Conductors



Not a topic that you would think the Shark Fisherman of Wales would be bothered about but I say 

"BRING BACK BUS CONDUCTORS"

Not the Customer Hosts mentioned in this article I'm not sure whether this happened on Swansea's bendy buses but the clippy made famous by the actor Bob Grant 'On the Buses' was always a welcome presence on London's buses when I was visiting or as a resident from 2000-2004. They phased them out in 2005 on the Routemasters. "The 159 will trundle and wheeze its last on 9 December - and the job of London bus conductor will be as redundant as dirigible pilot, lift attendant and public hangman."





My main point is that with high unemployment, the terrorist threat veering from severe to critical like a drunken barometer and the fact that bus drivers should be concentrating on the road and driving safely and not having to deal with miserable punters and their passes and right money only, never has there been a better time to bring back the clippy. They could be trained as mental health first aiders. They could offer succour to those trying to get warm travelling the all night buses. They could make you feel like a valued customer rather than a nuisance with an oyster pass. Rather than putting the populace on edge with armed soldiers and police why not reassure travellers with clippies on buses and tube trains. They would be able to check and apprehend sweaty individuals and their backpacks before they become incidents. They could be paid a decent salary as valuable public servants. And pigs might fly.  

Monday, 11 September 2017

Blair


Sing a long a Tone

"Blair"

Blair
The moment we met you, we swear
we felt as if something, somewhere
Had happened to us
Which we couldn't see
And then
The moment we met you again
we knew in our hearts that we were enemies
It had to be so
It couldn't be no
But try 
As hard as we might do, we don't know why
you get to us in a way we can't describe
Words mean so little when you look up and smile
we don't care what Alastair Campbell says to us, you're no more than a child
Oh, Blair
Blair

Blair
If ever a moment so rare 
Was captured for all to compare
That moment is you 
In all that you do
But why
In spite of our age differences do we cry
Each time you leave us we wish that you would die
Nothing means more to us than hearing you say
"I'm going to retire for good and I'm never coming back" 
Oh, Blair
Blair

Blair
I've told you before, don't you dare
Get back into bed
Can't you see that it's late
No you can't have a drink
Oh all right then, but wait just a bit
While we, in an effort to babysit
Catch of our breath, what there is left of it
You are a murderer at this hour of the day
But in the morning this hour will seem a lifetime away
Oh, Blair 
Blair
Oh, Blair

Sunday, 10 September 2017

Swallow:Wennol


Swallow/Wennol


Swallow
darting along bus lines, then checking back
holding the ball up like a midfielder in Bournemouth colors
fast like the currents
they realise that they have pushed too far up the field and pass back
"Ewch yn ôl y ffwl"
I called her that, the girl in the village pub
Laurie had cider with Rosie
but I had bitter with Swallow who was a real Amazon
She would be leaving soon too
Thirty years too young
back to Oxford in October.
I fell for Swallow under the falls
She couldn't speak Welsh but she teased me with
"syrth y cryf ysgeulus, saif y gwan gofalus"


Thursday, 7 September 2017

Going Sober this October

I'm going sober this October and I have to admit that this challenge will not be as tough for me as it will be for others. Firstly I am over 50, secondly I have a Mood Disorder (Bi-Polar Disorder) and thirdly I see alcohol as a political tool used by the Brewers and Drinks Manufacturers to keep the populace pissed and disorganised. There is no way that a sober government are going to interfere with the mass production of fire water because they pay so much tax into the treasury coffers. Alcohol has caused so much pain and suffering to families and communities that it beggars belief that the 'amber nectar' is still as popular as it is. People need to anaesthetise the emotional pain and come Friday or even on any other day of the week in cities up and down the land it is Happy Hour, Student Hour, 2 for 1 offers. Supermarkets want you to buy their cheap produce. White Lightning, Dark Thunder, Buckfast Tonic Wine. Although the Scottish drunk is now a stereotype I couldn't help but notice the number of human shipwrecks around the Glasgow Central Station area who even though were not bothering anybody were obviously the worse for wear from a life time of drinking. The one product that is plentiful in austerity hit parts of the UK is Bargain Booze. 
So you see I am approaching this challenge with the zeal of the Temperance Movement. Perhaps not my place to evangelise but you dear reader, supporter, social media acquaintance, real friend, you, YOU can make a difference to Macmillan cancer support by supporting the Shark Fisherman of Wales in laying off the piss for the Halloween month of October. I have set the bar low at £75.00 as a target. I have kicked the ball rolling with a donation of £1.23. If all my Facebook friends donated the same amount we'd be there in no time. If all my Twitter friends donated the same we would achieve a much more satisfactory amount to help Macmillan cancer support in their invaluable work. I don't expect too much from my Instagram friends because they are a bit odd. I think you can feel pretty secure in the knowledge that I will achieve the goal of sobriety in October.  Diolch am ddarllen.

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Sunday, 3 September 2017

Sing your Nationalism

On Tuesday 29/08/2017 this letter appeared in the 'Western Fail.' I ran to the word processor to write a reply. They didn't publish mine but you saw what happened last night after the fans finished singing 'Hen Wlad fy Nhadau'? Tom Woodburn scored.

Don’t link language and nationalism
"The debate on BBC’s Newsnight programme about the Welsh language has understandably led to much anger. However there have been other features in the English media which also need looking at.In June The Guardian published an article on the problems at Llangennech School. This article received the usual response from language campaigners, it also provoked a reply in that newspaper by Rhiannon Lucy Cosslett, a hysterical piece in which the author exaggerated the size and use of the Welsh Not and gave the impression that people who had any reservations about bilingual and Welsh-language education for English-speaking children were the dupes of English imperialism.There was also the appearance of Heledd Gwyndaf of Cymdeithas Yr Iaith Cymraeg on BBC’s Breakfast Time which used words like “colonisation” and “oppressor”.Linking the language to nationalism in the way that Ms Cosslett and Ms Gwyndaf have done will do neither it nor Welsh nationalism any good. If Welsh is seen as the language of nationalism, then the English-speaking unionist people of Wales will not show it any goodwill. And if Plaid Cymru is regarded as the party for Welsh speakers then its support among English speakers will decline and it will become even more of a regional political organisation in this country than it is at the moment." Gwyn Meredith Brynmawr
AND NOW ME
Mr Gwyn Meredith's letter in the Western Mail of Tuesday August 29th 2017 'Don't link language and nationalism' is doing just that.
Living in Brynmawr he will know what devastation the Industrial Revolution did to the area. Providing short term jobs and a living but at what cost? At the cost of the Welsh Language. Mr Meredith obviously sees Welsh as the language of nationalism because why would he reference 'Llangennech School' and its usual response from language campaigners in such a dismissive way.  To use the word 'hysterical' in describing a highly respected female Welsh journalist's piece in the Guardian is a low blow. One thing I am sure after reading his letter is that Mr Meredith is one of the English speaking unionist people of Wales and I'm sorry but I don't feel like showing him any goodwill in this letter. Come International Day Mr Meredith, will you be singing  'Hen Wlad fy Nhadau' in Welsh or yearning for the bygone years of the Industrial Revolution when the immigrants brought in to Wales with them, their English Language?  
The Shark Fisherman of Wales. Grangetown 

Saturday, 2 September 2017

West is Best






West is Best
unless your 'blacking up' for the Aberaeron Carnival
The Ffos y Ffin Farmers and Tyre Fitters were foolish
But I blame the Organizing Committee for accepting the float and then awarding it a prize.
Offering the Bobsleigh team a bribe after the Lord Mayor's Show
There is something dark in the subconscious of West Wales
but ne'er mind
put on your Scarlets sweater  
and make a joke about rape
because Welsh is the language of heaven
said Aneurin Bevan 'not'


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