After what seems like an eon, I decided to change the site up a bit. What did I do to achieve this? I made a new theme 😉 oh and Yr Wyf Cymraeg, to save you looking for what that means, it’s I Am Welsh.
Apart from that, been doing bugger all except building a new carport in between writing music for “8” but that’s not due out ’til August so s’all good, just keep an eye on the Sinultimata website – however I will be doing some vocals over the next few days for a different project, so that’s going to be fun (I think) 😛
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An American photographer on vacation was inside a church in London taking photographs when he noticed a golden telephone mounted on the wall with a sign that read ‘£10,000 per call’. The American, being intrigued, asked a priest who was strolling by what the telephone was used for. The priest replied that it was a direct line to heaven and that for £10,000 you could talk to God.
The American thanked the priest and went along his way. Next stop was in Lincoln, there, at a very large cathedral, he saw the same golden telephone with the same sign under it. He wondered if this was the same kind of telephone he saw in London and he asked a nearby nun what its purpose was. She told him that it was a direct line to heaven and that for £10,000 he could talk to God.
‘O.K., thank you,’ said the American. He then travelled to York , Rotherham , Sheffield Dewsbury, and Pickering , In every church he saw the same golden telephone with the same ‘£10,000 per call’ sign under it.
The American, upon leaving Yorkshire decided to travel down to Wales to see if the Welsh had the same phone.
He arrived in Rhoose, and again, in the first church he entered, there was the same golden telephone, but this time the sign under it read ’50 pence per call.’ The American was surprised so he asked the priest about the sign. ‘Father, I’ve travelled all over England and I’ve seen this same golden telephone in many churches. I’m told that it is a direct line to heaven, but in England the price was £10,000 per call. Why is it only 50 pence here?’
The priest smiled and answered, ‘You’re in Wales now, son …. it’s a local call.’
I have heard, that your life is planned. Well I’d like to meet to the head of planning so I could PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE!!
Grrrrrrrrr I hate the summer, plain n simple. It’s not that it’s hot, it’s just so bloody humid that if you fold your arms they stick together and hiding under an A/C all day is not the best of moves seeing as soon as the leccy bill comes in you end up needing a handful of medication for the shock.
Now as for Willy W, that’s William Wales or Prince William, or look at me, my family is descended from a bunch of tools who knicked Wales from the Welsh.
I s’pose as far as people go Willy might be ok, it’s the fact they use Wales as his surname, what’s with that shit, why don’t they use William Windsor or William Buckingham Palace or Highgrove or somewhere else the bastards own.
YOU DON’T OWN WALES so PISS OFF!!!!!!