One year from now.

Ask them why they want to stay
in union with their foes,
And the same old record crumbles on
the same old zephyr blows.

Don’t let them emmets sway your vote,
don’t fall to their demands.
These lands, these glens, these purest airs
are yours for your own hands.

Assimilation, Olde Scots proud,
‘Neath grasp their iron paws.
Know you not what freedom means?
The things that she ignores.

There’s nations in this awful state
in states all of their own.
But born were these by robbers who
deleted all t’was known.

Today marks the beginning;
the end of troubled times.
Where people who forced clearances
are tried against their crimes.

You ask me what I know of pain
of torture and deceit.
I pray of you o’er Celtic air
There shall be no retreat.

And on that day a year from now
the Scots all voted YES.
For hope, for pride, for dignity
Saor Alba and God bless.

This year, I was supporting Lesotho and Denmark!

The Lesotho Olympic team visited my school last month as they’re training in the area and we have a link-school out there. Awesome, huh? Probably not now you’ve realised this blog is about the bloody Olympics.

How about the Jamaicans sweeping up in the short-distance running events to celebrate half a century of British-free independence, huh? Wonderful stuff….

I’m kidding. That’s not what this blog is about. I mean, seriously? Me? Writing about Olympic happiness? Get a grip! A few hours ago I posted the following picture on both Twitter and Facebook…. As ya’ do!

I also attached the following caption;

This picture (from Wikipædia – therefore it must be true!) depicts the only places in these North Sea isles that should have been represented by Team GB. I’m just saying!

Now without wanting to engage in apparently-vacuous Olympic debate and whether or not, should I ever get the chance, I would represent the Independent Olympic Association and compete under the Olympic banner (I would, by the way…. Even given however much funding I’d lose to not increase Conservative/Labour propaganda and compete for the UK anyway!), I’d like to point out by using the name Team GB, people forget their past. As the image above depicts, the Britons hail from only the most extreme westerly points in these North Sea isles (as of around the seventh century, they did anyway)!

It’s been weird, yet pretty much expected, to see the media idolise what it means to be ‘British’ as well as Facebook and Twitter users vomiting the bol***ks that it is. Yet alas, I must admit I have too. Well, I’ve been posting tweets involving my views on ‘our’ representatives in the games and ‘hashtagging’ #BBC2012, #London2012 and #Olympics. You should so try it. Your disgusting views get into mainstream viewing much easier. Even if your tweet says ‘Hi, World. How are you today?’ or something creepy like that…. just hashtag #JustinBieber and the world involuntary reads your sh*te in an instant!

And what’s with GB & NI? Just let the northerners compete as Éire…. #YouKnowItMakesSense!

My final thought is in fact a positive one. Going on the senseless cr*p this blog generates, Britain (as depicted in Team GB) should only historically represent the lands in grey on the above image. But we don’t live in the historical past – we live in the here and now. And that’s bold coming from a Welshman. So when we preserve the name ‘Britain’ to represent the entirety of these isles added to the fact we know from datum that the true Britons are us westerners…. is it sound to say that technically we’ve now won this land back from the Saxons, Angles and Jutes? Can we presume that after centuries of Danish, German and French invasion, Britain is governed officially by its Celtic name and peoples?

Oh, and even though I wish Ireland would compete as an independent and whole nation, they bloody plundered us long before those other European monsters did. I pull my tongue out at you, silly Irish. Even the Welsh name for your language (Gwyddeleg) means ‘wild people’s tongue/language!’ You smell!

Smiley, lucky face 🙂

Cheers laa!

Growing up I never asked for much. Don’t get me wrong, I never went without necessities or materialistic objects that most of the Western world take for granted, but I was never the one with the latest fashion or up-to-date technology for example. My after-school hours were not spent in front of a games console (which, according to my nain, made my eyes go square), but out in the fields and hills – with a regular terminus being falling from a great height onto my a**e.
Now I’m not going to plead poverty and say that I was brought up in slum-like conditions in the heartlands of Africa or India – in fact, my situation was rather favourable in that I was brought up on a council estate in North East Wales, I took full advantage of the free-school-meals offer and had a wonderful family around me. I guess I’ve always enjoyed the simpler things in life. Need proof?

Recently, a regular (and therefore insane) reader of my blogging informed me she had “cheated” on my irregular [as in both topics and production time] moans and reading other peoples’ blogs. How dare she, I hear you implore! Well, no! I’m over it! And in the true instance of ‘playing fair,’ I’ve chosen to reveal to her, and therefore everyone else, the extent at which people all over the globe are succumbing to the ever-popular insanity that is reading my blogs! Check this out!

As a side note, it took England (under the banner of the ‘United Kingdom’) around 400 years to plunder and wipe out largely helpless civilisations across the globe – around 25% of it, to be precise. Yet it has taken me a mere 6 months to command a far superior chunk of the planet. Check out the following picture from Wikipedia showing Britain’s pitiful attempt at world domination…. Got ntn’ on me!

The sun never sets on a computer screen, I guess! (Whoop – history joke!) Not quite a small sausage factory in Tanganyika huh, Blackadder fans? I am, however, still waiting on the likes of Brazil, Denmark and Turkey to pull their fingers out though. I’ve given up on China and North Korea. They must just not be able to read my posts for some reason??

But whatever the reasons behind people’s reading, my stats page enlightens me that my blogging has enjoyed more than 1,700 hits since their inception which truly is an outstanding thing to get one’s head around. So whether you often ‘cheat’ on my blogs with other readers’ works, or you’re only reading this because it’s been posted on my Facebook wall countless times and you just felt that it would be ‘courteous and polite’ to have a read – THANK YOU. I honestly, and you can quote me on this; really mean it from the bottom of my heart.

Di 🙂 lch yn fawr!