The Curse of Canal Street

In Llanishen, Ken Frane, last of the Cardiff Docks’ detectives was cleaning out the litter tray of his fastidious but fierce feline, Smudger, a black stray with green eyes who had taken a fancy to Frane’s three piece suite and was now Lord and Master of the down at heel and dishevelled gumshoe. Ken was trying to work out how to tell Smudger that he didn’t have enough money for more Cat food. Smudger wouldn’t have accepted his pathetic excuses anyway. Frane needed a new job to get his teeth into, something just to pay the bills over the winter.

Canal Street, Cardiff was a misnomer really because the Canal had flowed between Central Library and the impressive old warehouse type buildings on Mill Lane. There were places in the centre of town where you could still see evidence of the old canal network for example in Park Place in a Car park behind some railings. This was the canal that had brought down millions of tonnes of coal from Merthyr Tydfil before the bed had silted up and it was no longer economical to run. Half its capacity against the railway was not tenable so Cardiff Council did what so many City Councils had done. Filled the canal network in and concreted it over. Heritage lost and the opportunity for Cardiff to become a Venice or an Amsterdam was lost so all that went up Canal Street now were buses. All one way around the Marriott Hotel and the Golden Cross Pub.

That is why Ken Frane was shaking his head and looking perplexed when he heard the news from Terry Heston. He did not enjoy drugs cases. Give him a murder any day. Drugs were too messy and caused so much long term damage to individuals and communities.

“Now listen Terry, we need an inside contact with Cardiff Bus, because that is all Canal Street Cardiff is, a bus stop”

 “What about your erstwhile neighbour Robert Weston?”

“He’s retired and anyway the less I have to do with him the better”

Terry smiled as the comparison with Cato and Inspector Clouseau was one too obvious too ignore.

“ He does your head in Ken, that’s why”

“ How could your informant be so sure that was where the drugs drop and swap were going to happen?”

“Price’s informant, not mine. I just take the call”

Shit is going to hit the fan

 

You knows it! I anticipate that by this time next year the shit will have hit the fan. When and if Covid dies down, the all clear is sounded and the barrage balloons are pulled down Boris Johnson better get into his bunker fast because these four nations of the Dis-United Kingdom are ready for a rumble.  A No Deal Australian Style Brexit Deal? Australia and Brexit in the same sentence? Strewth mate, it makes me want to go down the Dunny to take a dump. I wouldn't be surprised if we were under some kind of tiered lockdown for the next four years, even if the virus has packed its bags, just to avoid civil unrest.

As many of you who tune into my blog posts will know I'm not averse to the idea of civil unrest. We have all been living under a pressure cooker of emotions in 2020 and its got to come out somehow and instead of Millwall Supporters Saving our Statues vs Black Lives Matter, the working class both black and white, cherry red and gammon need to come together to unseat the British Aristocracy and the Monolithic Monarchy. 

The mainstream media, the Labour right wing and the Murdoch news blood hounds ran to ground the only politician of integrity since Tony Benn. There is no Government & Opposition. It is the Establishment who have taken our votes for granted in a first past the post stitch up since we were first able to vote at the age of 18. Hopefully, in Wales at least, a critical mass of 16 year olds will vote next year with their untarnished conscience and hope that they will vote for change.

I can't see how Boris Johnson can last until the next General Election due in 2024 with his Waltzing Matilda Brexit deal and his Covid-19 head count. He must be running out of notches on his bedpost. The French had their revolution. Isn't it time that the British Isles had theirs? One, that like the French, has long lasting repercussions.The Bullingdon Club don't have to be beheaded, they can instead be transported to Australia like the Judges of old used to do to the ordinary man and woman for coveting their neighbours piece of bread or doing a bit of sheep fancying on the sly. Then they'll be able to taste what an Australian style No Deal Brexit is like in the sweltering heat of the outback. Dead flies and each others piss!

Further Reading

https://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.com/2015/10/pay-up-pay-up-and-play-game.html

https://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.com/2020/07/a-visit-from-saint-boris.html

https://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.com/2017/02/civil-unrest.html

https://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.com/2020/07/cesspit-britain.html

https://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.com/2020/08/cesspit-britain-part-two.html

Shamanic

I don't know about you but I am feeling a little bit shamanic. So much so, that the fat cat entrepreneurial spirit has entered my body and forced me to put another T shirt on the market. I have been a right little shit with this one by taking a photograph of graffiti art that I took of a wall in Shoreditch, London in 2015, slapped the word Shaman on the top of it and Bob's your Uncle, £17.50 in yer back pocket guvnor. Next thing you know I'll have a stall down Petticoat Lane selling apples and pears. Now I am going to use this blog post to ask for the graffiti artist to step forward. I haven't sold any of the beauties below yet but if I do I want to make sure that the Graffiti/Wall Artist is remunerated or at least acknowledged if it turns out to be a Banksy. I have cheated. I have taken somebody else's work and slapped it on a product and am trying to sell it for profit but I ain't no Sir Phillip Green. 

Shaman

It's not the first time I have been caught doing this type of thing. The last time I took a photograph of some graffiti art in Sevenoaks Park, Grangetown, Cardiff and stuck it on the front of a slim volume of poetry. No credit given to the artist then either because again I didn't know who they were. 

Graffiti Girls by David Williams

The profits from both enterprises thus far are negligible but if you are reading this and you fancy supporting an Indy Writer & T Shirt Entrepreneur I will endeavor to recompense the above Wall Artists if they can make themselves known to me. I would like to apologise to them for using their work without permission but my defence would be that they are too good just to be left up on a wall. They need a wider audience. They might not get that with me but at least I am trying. A conscience is a terrible thing I tell you!

All I want for Christmas is 1647

All I want for Christmas is 1647 

No more rocking round the cut down tree 

Noddy Holder screaming through the letterbox 

Seasonal Records on repeat shall be banned

We’re going to have a Covid Christmas

The virus with an apple in its mouth on a silver platter 

Nain entertains Drakeford in Santa suit 

Mamgu knows that he’s a bugger for his cheese. 

Vaughan Gething on mute in zoom meeting. 

Andrew 'Right Twat' Davies plays with his toys

 Boris & Carrie Dolls. 

Will it be Colleen Rooney or Rebekah Vardy 

with the Christ Mass No 1?

“We want a normal christmas” cry the retailers. 

Get that Celebrity out of here, this is a haunted castle.

Once I had a lockdown love. 

Sod 2020 Mr Scrooge 

I want Oliver Cromwell and his Puritan Pie round my table. 

The Lord Protector’s wishes are stuff of fable. 

Oh little town of Bethlehem

Jesus of Nazareth was not born so that we

 may take the pisseth out of Christmas and get pissed. 

The Queen will be muted and the Parliament blocked. 

Into the USB port the Roundheads have docked

The New Model Army look upon

 Black Friday shoppers as if they were barmy. 

No dancing round the Maypole for you Mr Claypole. 

Carol Singers will be run through by my pike and staff

I’m off to London Zoo to free the giraffe 🦒

Until ALL have homes and families and there are no lonely 

All I want for Christmas is 1647.

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Crys T Baby

 

Hello kiddywinks and grizzled old bastards. The sharkfishinginwales has cranked up its pop up shop for Christmas once again in a year that it feels just plain wrong to be celebrating anything. 

Are you going to look like 'Fash Trash' on Christmas Day or are you going to send a message to the world by investing in one of my bespoke T shirts?

All T shirts listed below are £13.00 and £3.00 for postage and packaging.

I know he was a controversial figure but since finding out that he(Parliament)cancelled Christmas in 1647 I've been a bit of a fan of Oliver Cromwell. Christmas curmudgeons will really appreciate you thinking about them with a gift of one of these two fashion statements. Let your visitors, guests, family and local hunts be in no doubt where you sit and stand on what has become the most unchristian of festivals. Fight the commercialization of Christmas by putting a little bunce in this blogger's back pocket, why don't you?

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Continuing the Cromwell collection we have these two wowzers that will show that you are ready to join in the post pandemic 'civil unrest at a moment's notice.  The picture shows Richard Harris from the 1970 film 'Cromwell' atop his horse after he has just uttered the immortal words "Put your faith in God and keep your powder dry". Whatever powder you need to keep dry is between you and your God but you want to look stylish as you do it, so here in colours reminiscent of the New Model Army you have Gold on Cardinal Red and Cardinal Red on Gold. 

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From the staunchly Protestant Cromwell to a man who became a Catholic, one of the founding fathers of modern day Welsh Nationalism.  'Saunders Lewis' These two are for those who are fed up of the critics and who want to release their inner MOD Bombing School. Carefully chosen pastel shades and with a psychedelic treated picture so you can just make out who it is. Look flash with these two 'Welsh Nash' T shirts. Don't be ashamed of what you believe. It's easy to criticise. It's less easy to wear one of these two loud crysau T. Yellow on Green & Green on Yellow.

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You are going to need a top quality tote bag to carry all your T shirts and Ken Frane books in. 

Pretend you are somebody in a French film swinging your tote bag as you walk back from the library looking really bookish and intelligent.

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More obscure and eclectic images will be added to the collection as the Crys T empire expands apace.

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Religious Intolerance

https://psychiatryzone.wordpress.com/tag/religious-intolerance/

I am going to go out on a limb here on Sunday and argue the case for more religious intolerance and not less. The festering wound of inter faith and inter denominational faction fighting has not run its full course. As a 'dirty black protestant bastard' myself I feel that the Wesleyan and Calvinistic traditions of 'free will' and 'pre-destination' have not the opportunity for full freedom of expression. It is a damn shame in my opinion that 'Presbyterianism' especially in Scotland is associated with British Unionism and Rangers Football Club. As I write this, I have two people reading the Lord's Prayer on the radio out of sync, a Scottish man and an Australian woman. The usual droning platitudes invoking the Lord our God. Listening to this pair I think I would choose being a vengeful God. Well slap my thigh, I have 'inadvertently' tuned into a worthy station. Have a listen https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m000pdqq  

I am of the Welsh Language generation who were dragged kicking and screaming on a Sunday morning to say 'Adnod' in Capel to recite a verse from the bible in a voice more boring than an Essex Village Postmaster. "First or Second Class Stamps?" It was an experience that laid its mark of religious oppression upon me and as an adult and looking back and think I would have liked to have turned up at Sunday Worship of my own 'free will' but being a child and then a teenager I would have probably stayed at home and read my 'Look & Learn'. My father, whose own father had been an elder in a village chapel and had encouraged his own many children to attend three times a day, was having none of it. He and Calvin had decided that I was 'predetermined' to attend and pretend to pray and listen to a sermon which forty years later, I cannot remember a single thing from any of them.

I do remember being 'confirmed' into the denomination at 14 years of age and the kind and well meaning Minister running classes and asking the question 

"Where is God?" 

As the snotty nosed little bastard I was I replied before any body else could get their wisecrack in "I haven't seen him". I regret that answer to this day because in my prison cell in Amsterdam in 2005 I didn't see him but I spoke to him/her and felt their presence with me because it was here that my 'ego' shattered and I gave up any controlling interest in my life. "I gave it up to God". In the unlikely event that you don't know and don't follow me here, I over reacted to the London Bombings of 7/7 whilst under the influence of a strong everlasting strain of Cannabis whilst in Amsterdam. The bombs that exploded that day killing 52 people set the timer on my own ticking time bomb, my mind. These bombs along with their suicide escorts were set off in the name of 'Religious Intolerance' hence the name of this particular post. In their minds, they were exploded in response to 'Western Foreign Policy' but this has become such an off pat defense that Western Powers need to itemize the atrocities committed in its secular name.

Secular France will be coming out of their lock down about the same time as their ancient foe, England. That will give approximately four weeks for yet another atrocity to be committed on secular French soil or in a church. Yet another 'Halal' offering to the Gods just in time for Christmas. 

You will probably be surprised that a self proclaimed 'lefty' on social media holds such angry and prejudiced views against organised religion. I have no problem with 'Faith' but organised religion can go and take a running jump in the biggest artificial lake. The representative of the Catholic church only this last week, heavily implicated in the child abuse scandal, said that he had sympathy for 'some' of the victims. Not all of them mind you. 

So the next time a Minister of the (touching) Cloth quotes Matthew Chapter 19 Verse 14 

"But Jesus said, Suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto me: for of such is the kingdom of heaven" 

think twice.

 

Guest Blog Post: THE GHOST OF ROBESPIERRE HAUNTS A WHOLE NATION

 THE GHOST OF ROBESPIERRE HAUNTS A WHOLE NATION

by

Aled Gwyn Job

The sickening 'outright beheading and two knife killings' at a church in Nice, France last week was an act of indescribable barbarity.

Once again, the death cult of Islamism has struck at the heart of European civilization- its churches, -in its attempt to impose its warped ideology on the west.

The more historically-conscious in our midst may well recall that beheadings were also a staple item in another bloody episode in France’s own history, the French revolution.

This revolution and its battle cry of Liberte, Fraternite, Egalite has inspired many over the years, but what is often overlooked is that it proved to be a blood-curdling affair all round.

Robespierre and his revolutionary colleagues were determined to usher in a secular France, free from all the evils they believed to be endemic within the Catholic Church in France.

As such, their blood lust was reserved most of all for clerics and representatives of the Catholic Church who were slaughtered in their thousands from 1799 onwards.

They say that history never repeats itself but often rhymes, and it’s sickeningly ironic that the new ideologues are replicating the exact beheading strategy that so marked out the original French revolutionaries. 

The spirit of Robespierre is yet again stalking the land, with Christianity once more bearing the brunt of the attacks from those so willing to engage in willful bloodletting to achieve their aims.

What secularists often forget is that attacks upon Christianity are in effect an attack upon the whole idea of Europe itself.

Who can ever forget watching the burning of the Notre Dame Cathedral in 2018 -a metaphor for a whole continent which has to all intents and purposes been forged by Christian values- going up in flames.

In his stunning 2016 novel “Submission”(Islam) the renowned French author Michel Houellebecq paints a picture of a forthcoming French election where an Islamist party actually wins power and begins the process of instigating an Islamist state in France.

Perhaps the most frightening element of the novel is the passivity of the French people and how quickly they are to acquiesce with the new order- including the novel’s main character, who relishes his new four wives allowed under Islamic Law.

Houellebecq describes a hollowed out and empty secular culture which is defenseless in the face of the devotion, fanaticism and the single-mindedness of the members and supporters of the Islamist party.

The novel highlights the fact that the West has not so much been taken over by Islam, as it has committed suicide by its own hand.

Following the attack last week, French President Emmanuel Macron condemned the latest attacks in the most robust terms possible.

Oblivious to the fact that he is perhaps THE poster boy for the liberalism which has actually fueled the growth of Islamist terrorism in Europe over the past generation. And which has perhaps held the pen for the European suicide note that Houellebecq refers to in his novel.

Modern Liberalism could best be described as a form of pathological altruism, with its devotion to open borders, mass migration, diversity, western guilt and self-loathing. Pushed so relentlessly by the mass media, the education system and popular culture for so many years, it’s almost like the air we breathe by now.

We have been told repeatedly by this liberal mindset that Islam is a “religion of peace”, and that the Islamist terrorists are a complete aberration within the faith tradition.

Any one who tries to point out that the religion’s adherents are actually following a mass murdering warlord who took an 8 year old bride, (Mohammed) and a text which constantly refers to the need to kill, conquer and defeat the “infidels”  are shouted down and accused of “Islamaphobia” and “Racism”.

And so the pathological altruism continues to the detriment of all in the West. 

Europe has for centuries been defined and created by three foundational tenets: Christianity, the nation state and free speech. It’s not a coincidence that all three of these tenets are now under attack from all quarters.

Perhaps the Islamists are indeed the Trojan horse implanted into Europe by the globalist puppeteers, who want to destroy people’s natural loyalty to their own nations and cultures, so that their plan for a one world government where they can rule over a slavish and deracinated population can unfold.

And its typical of their devilish intentions that they have encouraged the specter of Robespierre to once again terrorise the people of France, to prepare the people of Europe for their eventual submission and subjugation.

https://news.sky.com/story/france-a-timeline-of-terror-10787264