#GE2015

March 30, 2015

I’m voting Labour- because my parents did!
I’m voting Lib Dem- because they need the help, bless them!
I’m voting Tory- because I can’t spell the word ‘community’!
I’m voting Ukip- because I’m a filthy racist!

TAKE THE PATH LESS TRODDEN!

MAKE YOUR MARK TO MAKE A CHANGE!

I’m Cornish and care about Cornwall- so I’m voting Mebyon Kernow
I’m English and care about England- so I’m voting Green
I’m Scottish and care about Scotland- so I’m voting SNP
I’m Welsh and care about Wales- so I’m voting Plaid

Deg a phump yn Gymraeg

March 23, 2015

10 things I bet you can say in Welsh:

I like coffee
It’s cold and raining
Wales
How are you?
Very good / Well done
Please
Thanks
Can I go to the toilet?
Good morning / afternoon / night
Cheers

5 (more) you should know:

T’isho ___? = Do you want (to/a) ___?
Ga’ i ___? Can I (have (a)) ___?
Iawn(?) = Alright(?)
Dwi’n mynd i ___ = I’m going to ___
Dwi angen ___ = I need (to/a) ___

GlyndŴrecsam

March 22, 2015
After this year’s anniversary celebrations pack up for another 150 years, the club that unites half a nation will slip back into using its feather-donned crest.
Despite this, there are a few who believe that the crest is best displayed as follows;



An alignment of old and new, with the Cambrophobic feathers replaced by the Glyndŵr lions rampant. And a dabble of Cymraeg on the bottom for good measure.

The link between respecting Glyndŵr University’s part in the stabilising of our football club as well as a tidy throwback to the previous crest based on the arms of Wrexham;


Our petition does not aim to make the above pictures the new crest for the club, as bendigedig as that would be. It simply raises and promotes the case for a discussion on the current crest that many believe has a damaging effect on the self-esteem of not only Wrexham, but of the whole of North Wales who it represents.

And just as we are afforded the opportunity to share with you our thoughts and ideas, we remain open to your responses and replies – be they of support or of opposition.


All we ask is that you read our petition. We ask that you consider our views on why we wish to change the club crest and the feelings involved in us creating this petition. We ask that you listen to others who believe the crest should remain in its status quo. We ask then that you form your own outcomes having noted all sides of the discussion and, in support or in opposition, follow your own paths on potential outcomes.

When you’ve discovered your viewpoint and have covered all bases of discussion, we hope that you too will want to join in the cause to denounce links to a nationwide and confidence-sapping display of our region and our nation’s failure.
We hope that you follow the link below, enter your name, your email address and your postcode so that we might provide brighter coverage for those who believe in a brighter future for our club. Morally and culturally. On and off the field.

https://you.38degrees.org.uk/petitions/drop-the-3-feathers?source=facebook-share-button&time=1427038160

Our club. Our future. OUR CREST.

Language AND attitude “problem”

March 2, 2015

Just read an article stating how Welsh culture and people has a “language problem.”

But having read the article (and nodding accordingly) I stumbled across the following thought;

Is it ONLY a language problem from which Welsh people suffer?

In Wales, the following happens;

  • Massive influx of thousands unwilling to allow locals to embrace our own culture and language,
  • Water and electricity taken away and sold back for profit,
  • Our country labelled as a retirement home and an ex-con paradise,
And our response;
Ah, we’re used to it.
Welcome to Wales.
Or Cymru, as they used to call it.
Sure, we have a “language problem,” but, Duw annwyl, we don’t half have an attitude problem.
Smiley face :-)

Help le mo Ghàidhlig….

February 21, 2015

I was watching BBC Alba last weekend and heard a beautiful song in Gaelic.
I have no idea as to its name nor writer etc but it was beautiful. Bha i glè-mhath!

The lyrics were displayed at the bottom of the screen and as I read them, I was pretty sure I could notice the Welsh poetic style of cynghanedd.
Overwhelmed and excited I quickly attempted to write down as much as I could read before the next line came on.
This is all I could manage:

Le fiamh air do
Mi mo bhát air an tiùrra
Cladachean
Bhuan thu don chridhe
Gaol sinn
Sheall thusa nam shùilean

Each new line is a different line from the song but some were repeated too.

It’s been bugging me since last week as to whether cynghanedd was present but after a Google search of the lyrics I have, I found nothing. I don’t even remember the name of the show I was watching!

If anyone can tell me from which song these lines are sung, or even show me a full set of lyrics, I’d be extremely grateful.

Tapadh leibh,

Smiley Gàidhlig singing face :-)

Dear Britain First,

January 29, 2015

Exibit A:

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Now you could either agree that this picture explains fully the hypocrisy of the United Kingdom (and therefore your very own xenophobic mannerisms) or….

You could set Wales free and independent from your ideal Britain.

But if you let us leave, you’ll only have an approximately 1% claim to be British.
(50,000,000 population of Saxon England / 500,000 population of British Cornwall = 100.
Saxon:British; 100:1).

Maybe you should just call yourself ‘Ignorant-Parts-of-England First?’
I anticipate that it won’t involve too many changes for your day-to-day regime.

DILEMMA!

Am y tro,

Smiley face :-)

PS (That’s Latin)
RSVP (That’s French)
Either choose to heighten your ignorance and avoid a response or reply with genuine debate (and / or argument).

I await.

#CelticDay2015

January 18, 2015

Each year I wait patiently for the coming of Dydd Gŵyl Ddewi – Saint David’s Day.
Why? Because, aside from Hallowe’en (which shows off far more of Welsh culture than one might think), it is the only time of the year where one can show off their pride in being one in a mere three million who can say ‘I’m Welsh’ …. without being branded a nationalist and a weirdo, anyway!

Each year, the school in which I ply my trade of teaching Wales’ ancient tongue to English-speaking learners goes mad for Welsh-ness. Where everybody says ‘diolch‘ instead of ‘thanks‘- rather than just a handful.
And this goes in every school or establishment across our fine land.

It’s a wonderful day for me personally who spends 364 days of the year as just another nutter-Welshman who’s probably too passionate about teaching the old lingo.

These special days happen in all other Celtic lands too. Saints and heroes are remembered for their pride and honour towards their homelands as well being respectful to those with whom they also share the world.

And despite being a proud Welshman, I’m also a proud Celt.

I love to share stories of our shared Celtic heritage and histories as much as I do my own Welsh heritage and history. I learn each language whenever I can and practise them in the rare free time I find myself possessing.

Then I thought…. why not also have a special day to celebrate our Celticness? Yes, Celticness is now a word!

And my creating skills don’t stop at merely coining new terms. I’ve been hard at work collecting and collating ideas for a Celtic Day.

Any date must be established on, at the very least, a time that relates to the event and what’s being celebrated. I suppose it’s sort of like a legend that begins with an inkling of solid truth before the magic meat on the bones is added. And it didn’t take me too long to decide on a suitable date.

Edward Lhuyd, of whom I’m sure many are aware, was (aside from dabbling in botany and hanging out with his pal, Isaac Newton) a Celticist (new term alert…. again!). His journey around the Celtic lands collating information on the ancient British and Gaelic languages was the first collection of the languages in one neat and tidy reference.
It was Lhuyd who first scientifically proved the languages’ similarities orthographically, verbally and grammatically. The great man also coined the term ‘Celt’ …. well, he wasn’t going to let me have all the fun with coining new terminology, was he?

As no date of birth is known for the Shropshire-born adopted-Celt, the date of death seems like an appropriate time to remember the man – 30th of June.
A tad morbid? Maybe!
Following from the link with Lhuyd, I think the logical move would be to ensure the plant first documented by (and named after) Lhuyd be used as a symbol for the day – Lloydia Serotina – the Snowdon Lily.

#CelticDay2014 attracted a great many Tweeters discussing the newly-established event from casually yet meaningfully taking pride in their Celtic-ness (there’s that term again!) to discussing ways of promoting the date in future.

And how might we celebrate this wonderful day? Well, my Celtic chums, that’s up to you.
This day needn’t be forced on every international calendar to prove its worth – however nice that might be. This day is for each and every one of us to decide our own ways of connecting our solid and shared histories with our forward-looking ideas for a better future.

And for the 30th of June…. Happy #CelticDay2015.

Smiley Celt-face :-)

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01/01/2015

January 1, 2015

Bloavezh Nevez Mat
Bledhen Nowyth Dha
Blwyddyn Newydd Dda
Bliadhna Mhath Ùr
Athbhliain Faoi Mhaise Dhuibh
Blein Vie Noa

What’s ‘gymnasium’ in Welsh?

November 2, 2014

Going to the gym is rather selfish.
Fine, it prolongs your life through the want of being physically fit and healthy but it’s more often than not for personal and æsthetic gain.

When transferring the benefits of a personal fitness regime to the needs of a populous as a whole there is nothing that supplies a collective of people with the successes of health and fitness than the vitality of their language.

There are many who care as much for the continuation and vigour of their language as those who care about the continuation and vigour of their personal health. The late Irish poet, playwright and translator, Seamas Heaney, here explains his reasons behind both learning and utilising the Irish language:

“Not to learn Irish is to miss the opportunity of understanding what life in this country has meant and could mean in a better future. It is to cut oneself off from ways of being at home. If we regard self-understanding, mutual understanding, imaginative enhancement, cultural diversity and a tolerant political atmosphere as desirable attainments, we should remember that a knowledge of the Irish language is an essential element in their realisation.”

Imagine if everyone spent the same amount of time as they do sweating buckets on treadmills on learning their national language. Not just for our own personal gain as individuals, but also for the continuity of a shared vision for cultural dignity.
In truth, we probably find ourselves in the situation where if people merely spent their time driving to and from their gym learning Welsh (or any local / minority language) in the car etc., the language would be in a considerably better state.

I may be heading for dizzying heights of optimism here but, dare I say, even just saying ‘diolch’ as you leave the gym can be considered to be re-grasping at linguistic recession.
Why not count your repetitions on gym equipment in Welsh? Ask whether classes or apparatus are available through Welsh. Be as proud of yourself as part of a linguistic and cultural collective as you are as a healthy individual.

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It would be a shame for gymnasia in Wales to offer bilingual services and for their users to not reap the benefits.

Gymnasium, by the way, is GYMNASIWM or CAMPFA in Welsh.

Healthy smiley face :-)

“Attention. Fall in line!”

October 27, 2014

When I was a kid, my brother and I were always rather mischievous. One always blaming the other. Breaking each other’s stuff. Eating each other’s snacks. Bursting each other’s footballs.

Thankfully, nowadays, were a tad more mature…. mostly – but it was always something else that caught my eye during our times of mischief.
Each time my mother would give one of us a huge bollocking for something, the other one of us would be extra good.

“Ok, mum.”
“No problem, mum.”
“Of course, mum.”

As a teacher, I see this happen on a regular basis. One student forgets his or her homework or exercise book, receives verbal punishment, rest of class are silent.
It’s a rather interesting phenomenon that I won’t even begin to analyse psychologically, but I’m more than happy to explain where I believe modern society mirrors this mentality.

Apparently, some dudes are currently dossing around with (incorrect) flags around the Welsh capital this morning. They go by the name of the ‘Welsh Alliance’ (no Welsh translation provided by ‘group’) and are an amalgamation of various fascist groups including the English Defence League. Cool, huh?

Also, as the media (mainly the BBC) fuels more coverage for groups like the BNP and UKIP, more and more ordinary people turn to the radicalism that will, in my view, destroy the openness and welcoming nature that makes Wales and other nations in the British Isles so awesome.

Yet to those who oppose the above dirt, what do we do?
Well, aside from the fact that some of us openly oppose these groups in public or on social media sites, the vast majority of us sit around hoping someone else will be the hero.

We know that groups like the EDL, the BNP and UKIP are wrong. We know their agendas are damaging to present and future cultures. We know that, thankfully, the vast majority of normality in our society criminalise these groups.

We are the good people here. We are those who do not cause a fuss.

And just like the good children who fear the bellowing voices of authority, we cower in the face of own dignity – our own right to say what we believe and what we perceive to be just and fair.
We promise that we will never stand up for our beliefs. We’ll leave that to the fascists and xenophobes of this world. Those who aim to harm.

The rest of us will fall in line.

Smiley face :-)


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