Saint David’s Day

As Saint David’s Day approaches, it’s a time for Welsh people around the world to celebrate their heritage and culture. Being Welsh is something that fills many people with pride, and for good reason – Wales has a rich history, a vibrant language, and a unique identity that sets it apart from the rest of the UK.

One of the things that makes being Welsh so special is the sense of community and togetherness that is so deeply ingrained in Welsh culture. From the Eisteddfod to the rugby, there are countless opportunities to come together and celebrate what it means to be Welsh. Whether it’s singing in a choir or cheering on the national team or in particular ‘Cardiff City FC’, there’s a sense of belonging and camaraderie that is hard to find elsewhere.

Of course, there’s also the beauty of the Welsh countryside to enjoy. From the rugged peaks of Snowdonia to the rolling hills of the Brecon Beacons, Wales is a country of stunning landscapes and breathtaking scenery.

But it’s not just the physical beauty of Wales that makes it such a wonderful place to be – it’s the people, too. Welsh people are known for their warmth and hospitality, their love of music and storytelling, and their deep sense of tradition and history. Whether you’re from a small village or a big city, there’s a sense of pride in being Welsh that brings people together and creates a strong sense of community.

So on Saint David’s Day, let us celebrate the happiness of being Welsh. Let us celebrate the sense of community and togetherness that comes with being part of such a unique and vibrant culture. And let us remember the beauty of the Welsh countryside, the warmth of the Welsh people, and the richness of Welsh history and tradition. Whether you’re in Wales or abroad, take a moment to reflect on what it means to be Welsh – and to feel proud of who you are and where you come from. Dydd Gŵyl Dewi Sant hapus i bawb! (Happy Saint David’s Day to all!)


We’re on our way – WALES!!

Wales made it to the world cup, the first time since 1958 (the year I was born) with a 1 nil win over the Ukraine who actually played better than us for a lot of the game but hey ho someone had to win, I’m just glad it was WALES!!!

Wales move on to the world cup
Wales 1 v Ukraine 0

Tidy Up

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) 😛

#Sinultimata #Wales #Cymru


You Gotta Be Kiddin’

Serbia 6 – Wales 1 in a world cup qualifier???? FFS PULEEEZE look outside the box for a manager, try Spain or Sth America coz the crop that are sitting there in the sidelines waiting for the head of the current manager to role are just as soddin’ bad.

It was 1958 (the year I was born) the last and only time Wales made it to a world cup, any chance you useless bastards can get there again before I go tits up???????????


Local Call

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.’


Rugby Supporters

A family of England rugby supporters head out shopping in Richmond, one Saturday before Christmas.
While in a sport shop, the son picks up a Welsh rugby shirt  and says to his sister, “I’ve decided I’m going to be a Welsh supporter and I’d like this shirt for my Christmas present!”
The sister is outraged at this; promptly whacks him round the head and says, “Go talk to mum.”
Off goes the little lad, with Welsh shirt in hand and finds his mother.
“Yes, son?”
“I’ve decided I’m going to be a Welsh supporter and I’d like this shirt for my Christmas present.”
The mother is outraged at this; promptly whacks him round the head and says, “Go talk to your father.” Off he goes with the Welsh shirt in hand and finds his father.
“Yes, son?”
“I’ve given this a lot of thought; I’ve watched the style of rugby they play and I’ve decided I’m going to be a Welsh rugby supporter and I would like this Welsh shirt for my Christmas present.”
The father is outraged at this; promptly whacks his son round the head and says: “No son of mine is ever going to be seen in THAT!”
About half an hour later, they are all back in the car heading home. The father turns to the son and says: “Son, I hope you’ve learned an important lesson today?”
The son turns to his father and says: “Yes, Father, I have.”
Father says: “Good son, and what is it?”
The son replies: “I’ve only been a Welsh supporter for an hour and I already hate you English bastards!”


As You Can See

I’ve changed the theme AGAIN 🙂 one day I’ll leave it alone but I doubt that’ll be any time soon jejeje


Hmm Interesting!

How interesting is this. Comparing four city’s, the most expensive to live in (lower number the worst) is yes you guessed it, SYDNEY with an overall rating of 17, followed by Birmingham at 45, Barcelona at 105 and Santiago de Chile at 129 – wondered where all me money went, now I know!!


Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas (first published 1951)

The best modern version IMHO is the one sung by Doug Parkinson off the movie Stone

Read an analysis here –


I’d Happen

A rugby referee died and went to heaven.

Stopped by St Peter at the gates he was told that only brave people who had performed heroic deeds and had the courage of their convictions could enter.

If he could describe a situation in his life where he had shown these characteristics, he would be allowed in.

“Well,” said the ref, “I was controlling a game between Wales and England in Cardiff.

“Wales were two points ahead with a minute to go. Ben Cohen made a break, passed inside to Martin Johnson. Johnson was driven on by his forwards, before he passed out to Lawrence Dallaglio who went over in the corner.

“But Dallaglio dropped the ball before he could ground it. As England were clearly the better side all game, I ruled that he had got it down and awarded the try.”

“Ok, that was fairly brave of you, but I will have to check it in the book,” said Peter, before disappearing to look it up.

When he came back he said: “Sorry, there’s no record of this. Can you help me to trace it? When did all this happen?”

The ref looked at his watch and replied: “Forty-five seconds ago.”