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Monday 23 October 2017

Prohibition Principlaity


What is the point of being a blogger if you aren't controversial! Those very few who know me in real life will know that I have had a journey with alcohol. The self medication of choice for my mood disorder. I'm sorry not 'of choice' because you have very little choice unless you are iron willed from a young age and can tell your peers to piss off. Alcohol from the cradle to the grave! Alcohol reaches the parts that other drugs cannot reach: Legally! A drug that decimates indigenous communities. I'm not going to hold back in this post so if you are one of those 'moderate' drinkers who likes a glass of wine and "why should my civil rights be affected by problem drinkers"...then...fuck off now!
Right, have you gone? Good! The only thing I haven't done on alcohol is attend an AA meeting. On a given Friday or Saturday night in Bingeland Britain, cavemen and cavewomen are out giving it large justifying their behaviour "I work hard all week". Some are giving it so large that they are giving Hospitals and Emergency Services the full weight of their alcohol soaked neurosis. I'm saying this as one who has done it himself. Unfortunately for you dear timorous reader, I am an evangelical 'all or nothing' type, a radicalised former smoker and drinker who believes not only in sticking 50 measly pissing pence on a unit of alcohol. I believe in prohibition. Drinkers and Gamblers need to go to special clubs, seedy underground dens (not glamorous casinos) where they can join the smoking social pariahs outside should they require another hit. As it is, the dens of iniquity are all along our high streets, St Mary Street, Cardiff, a perfect example. You can gamble and piss away your Universal Credit on your way home or of course the nation's dietitians will be tempting you with fast food fare all along sunset strip. And this used to be called Temperance Town.
Why do I make this pitch on a blog that reaches about 90 readers on a good day? Well if we as a nation, as a people are to stand up to the fearful might and butchery of the Islamic State of the Levant, then we, good people, are going to have to sober up. To defeat fundamentalism, we are going to have to become fundamental ourselves. We are going to have to take a zero tolerance policy to behaviour that undermines civic pride be it drinking, gambling or drug taking. However I would not penalise the users. I would go in hard on the pushers. The Capitalists at the top end. I would tax them out of existence. Keep the price of addictive substances low, as ridiculously low as they are now and then hit the Breweries and Alcohol Manufacturers with big corporation tax so their executives have to take a huge drop in salary. These peddlers in misery need to feel the austerity that their victims feel day in day out whilst trying  to find enough sheckles to get a hit of the insidious fire water. There is nothing worse than a convert and I have just displayed that in this post but seriously if the alienated lone wolves of the Islamic State are using the tools of Capitalism like HGV lorries to attack innocent babes in arms, then we have to undermine a system that kills thousands and millions of its own people every year before they get their hands on them. Don't forget, the holidays are coming.
        

Saturday 21 October 2017

Free Wales and Moby Dick for King




Gyda Phlaid Cymru ar ei wely angau fel Plaid wleidyddol neu o leiaf yn troedio dwr, diddorol gweld fod 'na giang o bobol genedlaetholgar am gyfarfod yng Ngwesty Bonedd y Belle Vue, Aberystwyth yn stafell y cefnfor rhwng 1 a 5 ar Dachwedd y bedwerydd. (Stop Press: Y dyddiad rwan ydy Dydd Sadwrn 18fed o Dachwedd, dal yn Aberystwyth ond mae'r lleoliad yn ddirgelwch. Ebostiwch am fanylion.) Bobol fel dwi'n deall sydd wedi cael llond bol o anallueddrwydd y Blaid i wneud unrhywbeth o werth dros bobol y wlad maent yn honni cynrychioli. Mae'r plant newydd ar y bloc yma wedi disgrifio ei hunan yn wleidyddol ar y dde o'r canol ac o beth dwi di ddarllen ar y cyfryngau cymdeithasol maent yn sgrifennu sylwadau atgas sydd yn nodweddiadol o bobol gyda'r tueddiadau yma, gweler safle Guido Ffowc am esiamplau da yn y Saesneg. Honiad Plaid Cymru ei fod am ymestyn allan i bobol sydd ddim wedi pleidleisio drostynt o blaen. Pwy a ŵyr efallai fydd Mr Simon Thomas Penparcau, gyda'r slogan "You cannot Out Corbyn, Corbyn" yn troi i fyny i'r Bellvue ar ddydd Sadwrn y 4ydd. Fe alwodd yn y gynhadledd ar Blaid Cymru 'to stand on solid nationalist round' on beth ydy hwnna yn meddwl mewn gwirionedd?  Mae Plaid Cymru wedi bod wrthi ers 1925 a fasa rhywun yn meddwl os fasa e nhw yn mynd i lwyddo cipio calonnau'r genedl ei fasa e nhw wedi ei gwneud e erbyn hyn. Mae 'na pwsh o fewn y blaid i gynrychioli dosbarth gweithiol y wlad gan 'naughty boy' Neil McEvoy ond mae o wedi cael ei wahardd cyn iddo fo allu amlinellu ei 2020 Vision. Gydag un arall o rengoedd y dosbarth gweithiol, Leanne Wood yn addo i ni gyd fel rhyw fath o Joan of Arc fydd hi am arwain ni o'r anialwch tan etholiadau'r Cynulliad yn 2021 mae'n anodd gweld beth eill cenedlaetholwyr rhwystredig i wneud yn enwedig os ydych yn ystyried eich hunan yn 'trendi lefty'. Ydych chi yn taflu eich lot gyda giang o dynion canol oed, chwerw, yn y Belle Vue neu ydych yn parhau i chwipio ceffyl marw gyda Phlaid Cymru? Mae bob polisi maent yn amlinellu fel chwythu awyr mewn i gorff diwifr. 

Oherwydd bod Llafur Carwyn Jos gymaint i'r dde mi faswn ni yn anghytuno gyda'r Bnr Thomas a dweud yn blwmp ac yn blaen na agenda Corbyn ddylse fod gyda'r Blaid. Mae rhaid penderfynu os ydych yn beiriant hel pleidleisiau, at unrhyw gost i'ch hygrededd, neu ydych am ddilyn trywydd sydd yn boblogaidd gyda thrwch poblogaeth Lloegr sydd am weld diwedd teyrnasiaeth totalitaraidd y Torïaid dod i ben. Ni allwn wadu fod yna rhai yn ein mysg gyda thueddiadau asgell dde, rhai sydd yn pleidleisio UKIP a Thori ond pam chwarae i'r galeri yna os rydym am fyw gydag ein cydwybod am genedlaethau i ddod. Yn fy marn i mae Plaid Cymru wedi chwythu ei phlwc fel Plaid Wleidyddol o unrhyw bwys. Fydd rhaid cael Plaid sydd yn gwasanaethu'r 'Welsh National Interest' ond mi fyddai wedi syfrdanu os y 'Bois o'r Bellvue' fydd yr ateb.  

Thursday 19 October 2017

I'll write anything for money, me





I'll write anything for money, me
some non erotic erotica
or some state of the art sci-fi
some half arsed bums in the air romance
on me scuzzy wifi.
I'll write yez a film script
"Welsh zombies in a crypt"
I'll write yez me last will & testament
as long as its a long term investment
I don't do it for the art or to make a critic fart
I do it for the cheque in the post
the BACS Transfer
The Royalty and the Contract
is all that I'm interested in.
Who are you again?
Oh that earnest enthusiast 
at the Hay on Wye jamboree
I'm sorry if I cut you with my paper thin repartee.
It's dog eat writer 
in this writer eat dog world
the magnum opus in me typewriter
the edges all fucking curled.
I'm bitter and dazed at my lack of success
but maybe 
I should don me suspenders and slinky black cocktail dress
for if it is to be the literary casting couch for me
he can grab a handful of hairy bollocks
as I'm supping me earl grey tea. 

Tuesday 17 October 2017

Whatever happened to Ken Frane?

Some followers & fans, the cognoscenti, those in the know have been following the adventures of Ken Frane over the last seven days on this Blog. The last we heard he'd been hit over the back of the head with a baseball bat in a bar in a No Go Zone in Amsterdam. Do you know what happens next to our antediluvian anti-hero? Would you like to know? Well you can find out by purchasing the 'Leiden Triangle Mystery' where you will receive the 'Dubrovnik Postcard' short story free as a gift from me. Thank you for your support and look out for some more Ken Frane adventures in the future on this blog and in book form. Diolch.

Wednesday 4 October 2017

Boris is Boris

Boris is British
is Brexit
is a bog brush
is bullshit
is bollocks
the dogs
is a body
not dead
the Clown Prince of Eton Hair
deceptive
devious
clever
Foreign Secretary
Undiplomatic
resilient
toff
is
neither a Tanky nor Trot
Boris is Boris
Boris is Prime Minister
How did that happen?

Read on for the further adventures of



Tuesday 3 October 2017

Thoughts & Prayers


I am mentally ill
of that there is no doubt
this damn fine world is going up the spout
I'm gonna buy me a ticket to the good ol' US of A
and find me a gun shop
"You don't need no ID
you could blow away a whole reservation with that"
"Sure to be"
I'd walk up the lawn of the White House 
dressed as Travis Bickle
ol' Donald Trump is gonna be in a pickle
I'd put the barrel of the gun to one nostril
and whisper up the other one
"Gun Control NOW Mother Fucker
or the toupée gets it"


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