Flying The Flag
I’m sure we’re all delighted with that nice Mr. Cameron down in London. (Yes, I know that it’s usually phrased as “up to London”, but that trend was started by English nationalists -the ruling-class – way back in the mists of time.)
Delightful David has put Y Ddraig Goch on top of his posh house in Downing Street. And what a brave man: he broke with protocol to do it! You rebel, you, Dave . . .
He did it to add his support to our Welsh Rugby team who go into action against the French. I know I would get letters of complaint if I even suggested that he’d done it to curry favour with the Welsh electorate and to up the ratings of his party here in our land.
As the Union Jack proudly waves about all over the place, I would suggest that Mr. Cameron shows his affirmation of Wales being a separate country to England by having our Dragon stuck smack-dab in the middle of “the Union flag”. We are not represented thereon at the moment, Dave.
Years ago, a bloke called John Redwood was Wasteminster’s Secretary of State for Wales. Whilst in that exalted position, he was interviewed – by a man who was no respecter of persons in high office – on a Welsh radio-station.
It was a telephone interview, and Mr. Redwood was asked if he actually knew where Wales was. Through the politico-speak, it seems that he’d visited Wales on at least one occasion, but he had advisers to keep him up to date with things Welsh.
Maybe that’s what happens with Delightful David, too. Or is his Celtic Cameron blood prompting him at the moment?
The odd thing is that Members of our own Welsh Government – feeble though it sometimes seems – actually live in Wales. Most of ‘em, especially in rural areas, are easily contactable, too. And, whether you and I voted for our AM or not, we know that anyone living in Wales will know more about the Welsh people than someone who tries to govern us from another country.
Red Is The Colour
Today, we’re all being encouraged to wear something red to show our support as our gallant lads take on the Frenchies.
We’ve beaten them before, as you’ll know: it was not the English soldiery who won the battle at Agincourt – it was the Welsh archers.
I know this column is read outside Wales, so I shall repeat the possibly-apocryphal story of what happened before and after that battle.
The French knights rode across in front of the Anglo-Welsh lines before the fight commenced. They threatened the Welshmen – the most feared archers in Europe – that, when the Frenchmen had won the day, they would chop off the fingers with which those archers drew their bowstrings.
The Welsh used armour-piercing arrows, the knights fell in their droves and the battle was won. Afterwards, as the remaining French knights were taken into captivity, the archers waved the two-fingers with which they had drawn their bows to show the knights that the threat had come to nothing.
So, should someone make that sign to you (especially when you’re driving!), remember it is a signal of Welsh supremacy and smile.
And I wish every success to our lads on the Rugby field today!
The Immigration Problem
There’s an undercurrent of grumbling going on. I find it wherever I travel in our land. Communities are concerned about the number of immigrants coming to Wales.
Their presence is breaking down the grand and cosy fabric of many of our communities. In Welsh-speaking areas, they mock the language. As so many of them come from big towns and cities, they bring their noise and un-neighbourliness with them.
That is why I hear the grumblings.
Perhaps – one day – when we in Wales can make our own laws, we should ensure that this is not a refuge for unemployed layabouts from the other side of Offa’s Dyke. It would be a simple matter to sort ‘em out before they become a heavy drain on our finances.
All our law needs to say is that, though anyone is welcome to come here and settle down to enjoy our neighbourly and caring way of life, they must first have a proper job to come to. Then, they must find a place to live, rather than expect the local Council or whoever to find one for them.
And thirdly, if they’re coming to live in a Welsh-speaking area (or any area!), they must take a course to learn the Welsh language.
Wonder what Plaid Cymru – the Party of Wales – would have to say about those ideas?