"Croeso i ddyfnderoedd fy isymwybod: Welcome to the depths of my subconscious. Shark Fishing in Wales is one man's odyssey to understand the land of his birth through anecdote, observation and reminiscence! By learning about his country, perhaps he can learn more about himself. A process of individuation which Carl Jung suggests we should all go through. Less assuming one nationhood and more working towards one nationhood before we become Independent." Daf Williams
Cymru/Wales: Bipolar Nation
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Thursday 30 August 2012
Wednesday 29 August 2012
Sunday 26 August 2012
Cheeky!
I hope that you've realised that by now I am not trying to sell you anything apart from a philosophy of honesty and cheekiness. I know I'm pushing the boundaries for a Middle Aged Man. There I've said it. "I am Middle Aged". I am age obsessed because I am coming to terms with my lost youth, a youth that was stolen by Bipolar Disorder. I am now preparing my mind for DEATH because it could be around the next corner and I want to be ready for the Fucker. For all my best intentions, spirituality interests, meditation friendly, New Age leaning I am a pretty Neanderthal, unreconstructed male. Overthinking and essentially useless but I would be rather chuffed if my words and phraseology were acknowledged in some respect. Don't you think the obituary pages in the Western Mail are horrendous? Hatch, Match and Despatch!
Your surname, your age and where you passed away. Where you Died! Death like Mental Illness are perhaps not the font of most blog posts but both are organic. One where the body shuts down and the other where the brain has decided not to function to the norms of polite society. Let's talk taboo! What is going on in people's minds as they move towards Death. The Race to the Grave. Bring it on.com! Is it weariness? Should we not all be preparing for not being here and for nothingness. Is it not irresponsible not to!
"Oooh you morbid bastard!" Well it's a Sunday. The Day of Death: 'Dia De los Muertos'. I really think that we would be a lot better off if we as a society faced death head on together. Have a Day of the Dead like the Mexicans! Go into the Graveyards and celebrate our ancestors. Lie and Sleep on the Gravestones. Let's get used to the smell of cremation. Then perhaps,just perhaps we won't be so afraid of LIFE.
Welsh Stylee Aiee!
Tuesday 21 August 2012
Monday 20 August 2012
Mondays
Perhaps the main reason that I am stopping myself from becoming an indetured slave again is 'TAX'. I don't want the government to screw me for Tax. I am not likely to enter the high tax bracket anytime soon but the less you earn, the more it feels like you are being taxed. Taxation is never explained to you. Surely you can work it out for yourself.
Devil's Advocate horns on again
"Your taxes are used for the roads (I don't have a car) for schools (I don't have any children) for hospitals (fair enough) for libraries (the door is stuck and glass keeps smashing) for the Welfare State ( I am Unemployed) for wars in Afghanistan and Iraq (That's a no brainer, of course I want to pay taxes for those) Trident......."
Thursday 16 August 2012
Rich Dad / Poor Dad
Tuesday 14 August 2012
Saturday 11 August 2012
Aberaeron Today!
Shark Fishing all the way.
It would be unusual to get an individual 'Hail Fellow, Well Met' who could act as a bonding agent of sorts. A Jester, a clown or fool who didn't care what people thought of him. Perhaps it would be an easier job for a woman. Someone who would get people talking!
Maybe that will be done by the Welsh Cob Show tomorrow on Alban Square.
Friday 10 August 2012
Eisteddfod Masturbation
2011: Wrexham and District: Monologue Featured at Theatr y Maes.
2010: Blaenau Gwent and Heads of the Valleys, Ebbw Vale: Helping out on a stand for a day.
2009: Meirion a'r Cyffiniau, Bala : Monologue Featured at Theatr y Maes.
2008: Caerdydd a'r Cylch : No Concessions for the Unemployed.
2004: Casnewydd a'r Cylch: Free Ticket
1998: Penybont ar Ogwr : On the Wales Y.F.C stand
1997: Y Bala: On the Wales Y.F.C stand
1992: Aberystwyth : Working as a Security Guard with GRW Security of Blaenavon
1990: Cwm Rhymni:
1988: Casnewydd
1982: Abertawe
1981: Machynlleth
1979: Caernarfon
1977: Wrecsam
1973: Rhuthun
No Blog about Wales could proceed without mention of the Eisteddfod. I went last year in Wrexham because a Monologue that I wrote was performed at the Theatre on the Eisteddfod Field. I got the train up from Cardiff. I had gone the year before in Ebbw Vale to help out on a stand and that was an excellent site because it was linear and flowed but generally the sites are square and concentration camp like and on my return to the 'Diff' I felt that I had been somewhere where there had been a concentration, a mass of people. These people were certainly not starving! Many appeared comfortably numb, well off, having made a living on the back of the Language. As a child and teenager, I felt two oppressions keenly, the oppression of the Welsh Speaking Chapel on a Sunday where 'adnodau' or verses were learnt to be read out verbatim and the other oppression was that of my English Language, Rugby playing Public School. I didn't fit in at either and the thought of both still make me feel bitter and nauseous! I was caught between two languages and cultures. The Religion of the Hymnal and Psalter and of singing 'Jerusalem' and the Religion of Non Conformity. At my confirmation classes when asked where God was I said "that I hadn't met him". Well I have met him now but that was through a Spiritual Emergency and through Faith rather than through forced Bible Bashing.
Out of my 46 years I have attended 15 Eisteddfods. Not an 'Eisteddfodwr brwd' by any standards! As an adult I would only go if I had reason to go, if it was very local or I could get a free ticket.
At the 1982 Eisteddfod in Swansea we stayed in the University Halls of Residence and it was here that I set my own personal record for simultaneous masturbation. I wanked 6 times one after the other. I was 16 and now at 46 I can only dream of such virile endeavours. It wasn't even a Mayfair or Playboy, although I had quite a sizeable collection stacked in my chemistry set under my bed. It was the Centre Spread in a Magazine called Football Kick.
It wasn't over this edition that I set my record but over the August 1982 edition and I have a feeling that the Model was a Norwich City Fan although that wasn't high on my list of concerns at the time.
The year previously I had been to see 'Gregory's Girl' at the Cinema in Theatre Clwyd, Mold.
From what I remember, this was a slightly wet film but featured the far more exotic Claire Grogan of Altered Images compared to the demure Dee Hepburn above! Maybe it was to do with the acting. Anyway it was a long time ago. I think that I yearned for the two things that we didn't have at my minor public school, girls and football. I would bunk off on Saturdays (Yes we had lessons on Saturday) and go and watch Wrexham FC play some 18.6 miles away and then go home to do what all teenage boys do when starved of female company and affection.
I digress. Anyway what has Eisteddfodau got to do with Masturbation? Well quite a bit in my humble. It is self-congratulatory. The Information giving in terms of leaflets and other ephemera from the stalls feels pointless, again like Masturbation. You leave the Eisteddfod Field feeling dirty and guilty! I wonder if it has to do with being in the shadows, conversing in tents!
When the Eisteddfod was last in Cardiff, I went along at 2.00pm hoping to get in, but there were no concessions for the unemployed.
Perhaps they weren't expecting a Welsh Speaker to be unemployed.
They talk a good game but that's all it is in my opinion, a talking shop. A huge competitive hierarchy with accountants and celebrities dressed as green, white and blue druids. You've seen one Eisteddfod, you've seen them all.
Monday 6 August 2012
Who Moved My Caws/Cheese?
Aha! We've got him now: "The grass is always greener on the other side." I made the mistake in the past of moving before I was psychologically ready and I was bitten but generally I did have a better time when I was t'other side of Offa's Dyke. I don't know why but I feel compelled to play a role here in Cymru Fach! 6 Degrees of Welshness and I'm bored of it, I'm tired! With the Eisteddfod in full swing, it is the time that I do not feel fully Welsh because even though I speako the same lingo as those walking about in their bright wellies I don't feel that I have anything in common with them. We are all human beings though right? Humans are so tribal! Nation States, Cities, Towns and their Football Clubs and Colours.
By writing this I am convincing myself that moving is the right thing to do but why move to Liverpool or London to be the same person that I am in Cardiff ? Facebook is the same in any language so the biggest Caws we have to move is our own Psychological Cheese.
In my case I have to improve my attitude towards wealth and wealth creation. I have just never seen the point in it! I am a single man with no dependents. What do I want wealth for? To fill the existential, God shaped hole perhaps? Look in the Mirror and tell yourself that you love yourself so it won't matter whether you are in Las Vegas, Darlington, Bootle, Fochriw or Rio! Learn to love yourself, appreciate yourself, value yourself and then move your cheese!
Cheers Cheese!
The fact is, the poet does not want admiration, he wants to be believed.
— Jean Cocteau Quotes (@CocteauQuotes) September 21, 2020
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