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Drove up to Brynamman this afternoon to watch this, the only place east of Cardiff that’s screening it as far as I can make out. A real labour of love brilliantly realised; tremendously unsettling in parts, if you see it you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.
I found myself struggling to hold down a rising tide of bile earlier listening to Westminster’s house clown Gavin Williamson outlining plans to deploy women on the infantry frontline. Now I can’t speak for anybody other than myself but I find the prospect of doing violence to a woman repugnant, quite impossible to envisage having to kill one. The possibility is utterly repulsive.
Soldiering is an honourable profession. Perhaps that’s why it is in the politicians sights? They seem intent on dragging everything and everybody down to the same level of moral squalor they inhabit.
Anybody else watching that on BBC2? It’s like a comprehensive school, third-year take on constitutional politics. The inconsequential fluff they’re gibbering about, the amateur staging of the session and the feckin’ state on some of the howlers hoggin’ camera time...
It’s difficult to believe they are being handsomely paid for this caper, almost impossible to swallow where that money comes from.
Congratulations to Dr ‘Rachel’ McKinnon. A Canadian bloke who self-identifies as a woman.
“McKinnon, who races both on the track and the road, won the women’s 35-44 sprint during the UCI Masters Track Cycling World Championships in Los Angeles on Sunday.”
I’m going to give you all a tip here seeing as there looks to be no end to this bizarre nonsense in sight. This December I’m going to ‘self-identify’ as a toddler and enter the Egg & Spoon at the Infant School Christmas Fayre. Lump on, I’ll not be beat.
As November rolls back around I was saddened to hear of the recent passing of Rosemary Powell at the grand old age of 103. The name may mean nothing to most of you though she became something of a celebrity in Legion circles in later life.
She was there collecting at the very first Poppy Appeal in 1921 and her dedication saw her actively participate for every one of the intervening 97 years. Rosemary served throughout the Second War as a nurse and while volunteering as a medical missionary in Africa organise on behalf of native veterans.
As the old saying goes, you don’t get many of those to the pound...
Good piece on him in yesterday’s Sunday Times, if any of you read it? He brings with him genuine drive and a lot of fresh,interesting ideas around taxation, especially. Interesting new perspectives and about the only Welsh politician I know who is both able and prepared to ‘think’ a new route through difficult times and not just spout the usual hollow, stale platitudes by rote that often sees me pelt a cushion at the telly.
BUT! Adam, fella’, dial the body language down a good couple of notches! I’ve seen him do several interviews in the last month or so where he almost appeared on the verge of belting the interviewer. Conviction is great. Passion likewise, but it has to be conveyed in a more restrained way so that your eyes aren’t blazing out on stalks and you’re not bouncing on the edge of your seat, mun! Folk are going to think you’re crackers!
Again, the photo that accompanied yesterday’s piece looked like he was either about to belt whoever was approaching or flash them his cock!
Edit: I can’t recommend this highly enough if the film has piqued your interest. I romped through it in a couple of sittings, it’s likely to remain The standard text for generations to come. Superb!
A young lad suffered a horrific accident on holiday in Ibiza necessitating brain surgery. The insurance covered the medical fees there but the cost of a medical flight to get the boy home to be close to his family was quoted at £25,000. What to do?
His girlfriend’s sister organised an appeal this morning, by teatime the full amount was raised. That right there is what you call community action. The very best of Britain.
Yesterday was the first time in about three years I was genuinely excited waiting for a match to kick off. Not just me, all the boys I was with seemed to have their enthusiasm back. We were in with a shout! When we went behind nobody shrugged and said “well that’s the end of that, then.” The belief is back on and off the pitch.
The torment and boredom of having had to endure three years worth of desperate defending just seemed to fall away as we pinged the ball about then evaporated altogether when the net bulged for the second time.
I see the usual suspects on the far-left are up in arms over the HO’s decision not to attempt to block a trial for jihadis where the possible outcome could be the death penalty. Forget about any wailing from the likes of Abbott, it is their deepest instinct to side with darkness. Do you personally, or do you know of anybody who would have the least objection to the dispatch of such people after due process should that be the court’s decision?
Heard this on the radio and thought of you. Given Plant’s output of the last decade if he was to step up to the mic and record a Whole Lotta’ Love now I’m convinced it would come out sounding exactly like that...
Take the time to listen to this. It’s why West Glamorgan voted Leave in a nutshell. It’s exactly the honest understanding of motive that the political class are incapable of grasping.
The concerns he talks about, the anger, is real and it’s mounting.
I’ve finally had chance to watch the episode that aired on the 14th and find myself getting more and more frustrated with the format of what used to be the Beeb’s flagship politics programme. It’s in need of a good shake-up.
How much better had it simply consisted of a debate between John Mann and Dominic Grieve with David Dimbleby in the chair? An informed pro-Brexit view from the left and its obverse from the right with all the screen-time eating frippery and distraction stripped away.
As it was I wasted over half the programme hitting the fast-forward button getting to the segments of any worth. The audience was the first to go. Isabel Oakeshott, ever decorous but in this context dispensable; Matthew Wright, this week’s token non-politico making the invariably pointless contribution; Leanne Wood, Penygraig’s platitude-mumbling numbskull illustrating perfectly why calling polytechnics universities doesn’t make it so.
The purpose of a programme like that ought to be to provoke and inform, not to parade a selection of cliches. The place where, as Runciman said, ”the truth goes to die.”
Quick question for you, though if you don’t feel qualified to attempt an answer please don’t feel under any obligation: W. B Yeats. How is he regarded in the Ireland of 2018? Is he still widely read and taught/studied?
I’ve been dipping in and out of his writings quite a bit of late and I was just curious as to his current standing in his homeland?
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