Sunday, 27 October 2019
I don't know whether to laugh or cry...
Watching Wales versus South Africa this morning, I began to wonder whether the first two-thirds of the game was better than watching Dulux dry in the shed!
But then it took off! Chases, kicks, tackles, mauls (what are they - in my day they were 'loose scrums')!
But there again, although your compatriot Scrobs was an educated man from The Brecon Beacons, and well known for banter and beer, I was dreading a win for my adopted second-choice in the game.
If Wales had won, it would have been a barnstorm World Cup Final of England versus Wales, in a foreign country, away from home and real beer, and the triumphalist passion would have really mucked up my recognition of the whole contest. I mean, you just cannot have two of the greatest teams in the world playing against each other in a stadium as far away as Yokohama!
It's just not British!
What an awful man is Scrobs. My great business partner and I regularly toasted Wales with several tinctures, as we vowed to support them always, unless they were playing England. But this time, I just couldn't countenance a tussle with the old enemy, in a match as far away as Japan.
Sorry, but there it is.
Wednesday, 23 October 2019
Scrobs was chatting with a chap in the village other day, and learned that he used to live in Ilkley, Yorkshire.
It only took a few seconds to get the new acquaintance to start singing the anthem from that particular location, and, more interestingly, he described the song and provided a translation!
Thursday, 17 October 2019
Monday, 7 October 2019
While chasing down another lead recently, I found this...
By coincidence, Iv'e just finished re-reading this fabulous story: -
It took him years to get it published, and looking at some of the comments in some of the chapters, you can understand why everyone dropped it like a hot brick!
As an aside, I hope the good binmen of Caerphilly don't have to experience the dire consequences of the prison scene!