Our Brave Boys
If you’re a soldier and want a living,
breathing mascot for your regiment, don’t choose a wild goat from the
wilderness of the Great Orme.
When their old mascot wore out, lads
from the Welsh Regiment were sent on a mission to invade the Great Orme and
take a prisoner.
After they’d performed, in the
prescribed military manner, their duty to God and the Queen, they reported that
the goats “turned a bit nasty”. The
little devils – the goats, not the soldiers – tried to avoid capture. What a surprise.
Anyone who has looked into the eyes of
a goat – Welsh or otherwise – will know that these are mad animals which can
cast evil spells on every human being, military or civilian.
Anglesey – Again!
Firstly, Sir Fon was said to be as
poor as any part of Poland.
Now, the aluminium company up there is
playing tricks on its workforce.
The financial difficulties of the good
people on the island were explained away by some radio pundit who said: “Ah, yes – but many farmers in Anglesey receive subsidies.” So that’s alright then.
And the bosses of Anglesey Aluminium
have said that, if the electricity suppliers don’t offer ‘em cheap power for
the next year, the factory will close this September. However – stand by to cheer – they’ve come
up with a plan to build their own generators!
However . . . if they decide to build those generators . . . they won’t
be ready to roll (or whatever generators do) until next April. It’s all in the mind, you know.
How The Baddies Win
I spoke with a Welsh politician this
week. He is a member of his local
County Council, and goes under the banner of being an “Independent”.
He told me he believed in common-sense
politics, and he supports any project which will benefit the community he
And he believes – as most of us who’ve
thought about it believe – that he knows the reason why the British Nazi Party
gets so many votes. It’s that all
the major parties have moved so deep into the political Centre that they all
seem the same. They do not stand up and
say what they believe.
The voters appreciate any group of
politicians – evil or otherwise – who appear to have principles.
He mentioned Dennis Skinner, Tony
Benn, Margaret Thatcher and Michael Heseltine.
“Love ‘em or loathe ‘em,” he said,
“they were people with principles. And
they let the voters know what those principles were.”
What IS Welshness?
Wrexham, it seems, is not Welsh
enough. There’s even a protest movement
there which is dedicated to making it “more Welsh”.
So, again, I ask what are the
signs of “being Welsh”?
The best reply will be published in
this column, and the writer will receive the Order of the Red Dragon, of