"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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My second spoken word event in 4 days. I am turning from an anti-social moth into a social butterfly all in the name of 'Spoken W...
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So what are we going to do about Exams and the Education system? Yes you! You and me, what are we going to do to change the Education ...
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As a Ffrinj Nutter who had a dalliance with the Welsh Nationalist Party/ Plaid Cymru/ The Party of Wales many, many years ago I was p...
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http://www.stevieriks.net/ Conclusive evidence this morning on Page 7 of the National Newspaper of the West of England that Wales is ...
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I am an endomorph of the Ronnie Barker variety from the Class sketch above. At the moment I weigh in at 15 stone and at 5 foot seven and a h...
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I shouldn't really go there but the Shark Fisherman of Wales tends to go to places that others fear to tread. Anti-Semitism is the new P...
Saturday 30 April 2016
Anti-Semitism
Friday 29 April 2016
Personality
Wednesday 27 April 2016
The Zebra in a Hairdresser's Window
Monday 25 April 2016
Worm-Fest
Sunday 24 April 2016
BHS
Saturday 23 April 2016
Ed-wcation
Wednesday 20 April 2016
The Cambrian Sleaze
Well, the Cambrian Sleaze have outdone themselves this week. I'm almost speechless. Good thing that I have a Blog where I can jot down my incredulities. Where does the Shark Fisherman place his fin to begin? I know, Page 14 where in unashamed UKIP colours there is a debate between two people who have obviously never met in real life so how can it be a debate. Candidate A on the left goes in for the factual, statistical, Candidate B on the right goes straight for the emotive jugular. In fact I don't think that Candidate B actually exists. It is a made up person. If I go into more detail, I will get dragged into the automotive emotive and I don't want to do that! I certainly don't want you to rush out and buy a copy, the 80p would be better off spent given to a Big Issue seller. The longer I spend up here, the more I am hypnotised by the small town mentality. The defensive stance of the paper and the siege mentality is staggering. This is a paper that plays 'Devil's Advocate' and similar to its mother paper 'The Western Mule' which gives us a parochial, Unionist view of the Principality (sorry, it just slipped out) it is effective in causing division. All I can say in response to candidate B is
Tuesday 19 April 2016
Bugger Brexit
Les Incompétents
was the writer
Sunday 17 April 2016
Misanthrope on a Bike
Thursday 14 April 2016
Get out of Jail FREE!
Mug Shots
Saturday 9 April 2016
A Tale of Two Placards
I have returned to the bosom of the family in Ceredigion for a tour of duty and on the 9/4/2016 it is already a 'tale of two placards' in the hedgerows of the County. It looks like it's going to be a two horse race here on Grand National Day with Elin Jones, the incumbent Assembly Member, there since the 'Siop Siarad' inception in 1999 being pushed hard by Liberal Democrat hopeful Elizabeth Evans. Both ladies live in the quaint, Georgian seaside town of Aberaeron where by chance the Conservative candidate still has a home. The booming Felix Aubel, Congregationalist Minister who doesn't give anybody else much of a look in when on the Welsh version of Question Time 'Pawb a'i Farn'. A very able man and somebody who would bring some much needed life and colour to Cardiff Bay. It's just a shame about his politics. In the Cambrian snooze this week Elizabeth Evans says "the roots of liberalism are in Ceredigion, the roots of Nationalism are not". Well I'm wondering how far you want to go back. I was campaigning in the 1991 General Election for the Plaid/Green candidate Cynog Dafis. He overturned a huge majority held by the standing MP Geraint Howells. I was more Plaid then but I am more Green now and a major reason being that Plaid Cymru sanctions its members to go to the House of Lords, that bastion of the British Class system. I don't think you can call Plaid Cymru Welsh Nationalists any more, indeed they don't like the 'n' word because of it's historic global connotations. They have started emulating the style of the British Parties in wearing sharp suits with padded shoulders. We have to remember that the Cambrian Snooze is a newspaper that was started by Liberals so they are biased and at the moment if the roadside placards are anything to go by, Elizabeth Evans is pipping it on size alone. There are some huge triangles in the hedgerows and laybys. In 2011 Elin Jones took 12,020 votes and Elizabeth Evans 10,243 so 41.34 % of the vote to 35.23% of the vote. Between then and now we have had a General Election where the Liberal Democrats returned Mark Williams to Westminster, one of the few UK wide left in the place. My sympathies are with Plaid because I am still a Welsh Nationalist but I fear that they may get pipped this time and it will be interesting to monitor the Cambrian Snooze between now and May 5th for out and out bias because the hatchet job they did on Mike Parker, Plaid Cymru candidate in the last General Election was unforgivable. Plaid Cymru could do with the Green vote who took 1,514 votes last time and a coalition in this county seems sensible but at the moment the possibility of that appears further away than ever. As you might have ascertained by now, my big concern is for the Welsh Language even though I am remiss in its use. Plaid Cymru have distanced themselves from the image of being the party of the language but if anywhere needs life blown back into the language, it is in Ceredigion where like Carmarthensire, its use has declined to the same extent as coastal erosion, yearly biting into the cliffs. Through a combination of laziness by native speakers and not wanting to appear rude to the visitors, who like the area and then stay, the language's fate appears to mirror the 'Broc Mor' featured in the archive footage above.
Wednesday 6 April 2016
Comiwn Tryfan
Gwylliaid Cochion Mawddwy
Ges i syniad bore mha, 'as you do'. Beth dasa na grŵp o bobol yn dechrau commune yn Ganolbarth Cymru a nod y commune yw bod pawb i siarad Cymraeg, dim Saesneg na unrhyw iaith arall. Fydd y commune yn gymysgedd o wyry a menywod yn ei ugeiniau ac mi fydd disgwyl iddyn nhw genhedlu fel cwningod gwyllt. Wrth gwrs fydd y rhieni yn medru Saesneg ond fydd y babis newydd heb wallt dim ond gydag un iaith ac yr iaith yna fydd y Gymraeg. Yn y blynyddoedd i ddod mi all y commune yma droi yn bentref ac wedyn yn dref a rheol y dref yma fydd 'DIM SAESNEG'. Y gobaith fydd gan y plant cymaint o falchder yn ei iaith ni fyddant yn synnu dim pan maent yn mynd allan i'r byd modern yng Nghymru, y byd modern cyfalafol ble mae 'making a quick buck' yn bwysicach na'r iaith gynhenid. Fydd y babis, fydd yn troi yn blant, fydd yn troi yn oedolion ifanc, yn mynnu cael ei wasanaethu yn iaith ei Mamwlad ac ni fyddant yn cymryd na fel ymateb, na rhedeg off i ddeud wrth y comisiynydd Meri Huws. Cofiwch fydd y bobol gynhenid yma yn wyllt. Mwy gwyllt na wylliaid cochion Mawddwy ac yn gryfach nag unrhywbeth welodd y Stockman's Bar yn Llanelwedd erioed. Mi fyddant wedi tyfu fyny heb yr 'interference' rydym ni fel Cymry Cymraeg yn cael trwy'r amser, y rhwystr o fod yn wlad dwyiaethog. Rydym wedi trio hwnna a dydy o ddim yn gweithio oherwydd fydd yr iaith fwyaf pwerus, sef y Saesneg, gwastad yn ennill er golled i'r iaith Gymraeg. Mae'r Saesneg gyda grym llywodraeth Westminster ar ei ochr ble mae'r Gymraeg gyda chefnogaeth Carwyn a'i cronies a hwnna pan maen nhw yn teimlo fel cefnogi fe. Felli beth amdani? Beth am ail-wylltio Cymru ond gyda phobol y tro yma!!!
Monday 4 April 2016
So where should I go George?
So me Welsh is shit or rather not good enough for employment purposes so I have decided this morning to go and teach English abroad. The Graphic above is 4 years out of date but I wouldn't imagine that it has changed that much. Unfortunately Panama City is not included in the top ten locations. I was looking for somewhere to launder my sweaty socks. When I go is another matter. I still have responsibilities to attend to but the decision I have to make is wait for people to die or go now. I know that this not a decision that you, my readership, can make on my behalf but you could choose one of the above top ten and say why you think it would be a good (or bad) destination and decision for the Shark Fisherman of Wales to make. At the moment I am toying between Japan, S Korea and Vietnam. I've got a passport with only 4 years left on it. Six years have passed and I haven't been anywhere because I have been rooted in fear because of my Amsterdamned experience. I'm hoping that a shady back street English language teaching institution will turn a blind eye to the fact that I am 'batshit crazy'. Hell I can talk and write English can't I? The Language of Oppression. I've got Stockholm Syndrome so bad that I feel the need to go and teach the accursed tongue to other unfortunates. I'm not getting anywhere fast in my conditioned 9-5 homeland so at least a decision has been made. Who knows, wherever I lay my hat, I might get a new found appreciation for the language and culture that remains tantalisingly just out of my reach.
Say Hello, Wave Goodbye
Shark Fishing in Wales is one of the longest 'Farewell Notes' in History. I have already bade farewell to Facebook and according to insider sources my account will be deleted in two weeks, not de-activated but deleted. I am still on Twitter but I'm treading water really. I am in the wrong place, spiritually and geographically. I need to take to the road again. I tried to escape my mind in 2000 by moving to London and then to Amsterdam in 2005. I didn't know what I was doing then and self depreciatingly, I don't know whether I am any the wiser now. I am ten years wiser and I am still trying to escape into the outside world when escaping inside is an answer. Unfortunately I am mistaking escaping inside with withdrawing. I feel a curling up at the edges. Whether in Aberystwyth or Cardiff, I am feeling diminished.
I have to get some kind of work now to keep me out of libraries and off social media. £7.20 an hour has never been so appealing. I don't fancy being one of those meeter/greeters at B&Q which can happen to people of my age. Grey haired and pretending not to be grumpy. Finding employment now which is age appropriate, is now going to be a challenge, where I have spent the last decade trying to avoid work, making excuses that I have familial responsibilities, that would make it impossible to commit to a conventional 9-5.
I don't want to work. I want to write and surf the net but these activities are frowned upon by those who worship religion and use tax havens for saving's purposes. I don't think I am hurting anybody but my perception rightly or wrongly is that I am hurting people by withdrawing my help and attention from them. The two 'things' that underpin existence 'boredom' and fear of death. The fear of annihilation underpins our lives which is why Paris & Brussels hit us so hard. Some are not afraid of death because their lives have become so miserable. They want a better life but are at a loss as to how to make this happen. The Philosopher Fisherman had hoped that by putting his thoughts down in Blog Form that this might assist him in deciding his next course of action because action is required and not more prevarication.
The fact is, the poet does not want admiration, he wants to be believed.
— Jean Cocteau Quotes (@CocteauQuotes) September 21, 2020
Fruity old fruit bats
Hello my fruity old fruit bats! That is a term of endearment by the way. I thought I would treat you to a piece of prose rather than the b...
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