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Friday, 14 February 2014

Pembrokeshire Pirates Outgunned

Avast me hearties and roger the cat for that be his name. If ye thinks it is bad on the isle of Carms don't ye be going West to the Isle o Pembs. A rough lot of cut throats they be for sure. There be talk of brown envelopes bein passed in car parks forcin good pirates to walk the plank. Just as they was all walkin the plank bound for Davy Jones' locker the brown envelopes was passed to the scurvy dogs too. But it seems like the big kahuna has lived to tell another tale. It seems like the people of these ere islands has just given up. No fight left in em. this be the land of the folks what fought off the French too. Is there hope me handsomes? Only the good people of Pembs can answer that. They has a choice. They can storm the place or wait til everything they owns is taken away from em.

Rhodri Glyndwr Triumphant


For the time being Mark James has stepped down, leaving his colleagues to man the ship (you know what they say about sinking ships). Was the delivery of a rat to county hall some strange secret society ritual warning of impending doom? Are we seeing the birth of the new Glyndwr or is this a storm in the West, which will fade when the rozzers have played their part in the theatrical production of The Ditherer of Jail Hill. It is welcome news whatever and of course the public deserve to know the truth. All this could have been avoided if they had done the decent thing in the first place or the more sensible and decent thing of not doing it in the first place if you catch me lifeboat. One thing for sure is that none of the scurvy crew manning the wreck of HM Madge will be holding their hands out for fear of the black spot or as Cneifwr puts it, the brown envelope. I smell MUTINY and more theatre before this storm quells to a light sowesterly. ARRGH and bad eggs. SIGN ERE SHIPMATES

Thursday, 13 February 2014

GOD AND THE LABOUR PARTY


It now seems that the only person in Carmarthenshire who has any power is a man called Madge (not God). Despite the fact that the population of Carmarthenshire actually pays his wages (madge) not God, he has decided to stay put with James (not a prohpet) and co possibly in the misguided hope that the storm will blow over. What is extraordinary that the judgements (not by God) of unlawful activity weighed against them appear to be being completely ignored. Can you imagine how rapidly any of us would be dealt with by the law if we were to have done the same. A police investigation is now taking place but the accused for want of a better word are still in the office where the evidence is stored. It seems that if you are in the Labour party anything goes. Neither Westminster nor Cardiff appear to be able to do anything about this other than to utter a few words, which have apparently fallen on deaf ears. My daughter sat and watched some of the webcast of the meeting and looked on in astonishment and asked, 'are they the people who are in charge of the county' I had to say reluctantly, yes. Glossing over the fact that they could not appear to articulate a fluent sentence and the continual dropping of H's it was a spectacle to behold. GOD HELP US PLEASE! But then if he is Labour we are all stuffed.

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

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Tuesday, 11 February 2014

WELL I NEVER

I knows its Valentines Day soon and we is livin in an age of tolerance innit. I espect they as a table at that posh Scarlets place what was the docks. Used to go spikin for mullet there I did with my Tadcu. Whas Jono smilin about tho? Ooh, I know, he as been voted Mr Febu....Febrewe....Febmix of 2014 by the lovely ladees of PontyPandy what was dissapointed with the stripper lookin like a chicken from that American food chain. Well its gonna be an interestin day tomorro and I will ave my state of teh art Amstrad computer runnin with the webcast on the old valve radio. Couple of shants and a curry and job done. Who is you supportin? 

Carmarthen Stripped Bare and Butt Naked

Well, Mam fach, it's all appening in Carmarthenshire. Unlawfulness at County Hall, whatever next and them good chapel folk too. A stripper bein booed off by the women of PontyPandy. Who needs a script writer? Now I find the beloved Carmarthen Journal as been acked by some kitchen appliance firm. Community News is full of ovens, granite tops and drawers, ooer Mrs, sound like another plot from the Welsh soaps to me it does and I loves it. Good to see a PontyPandy boy doin so well in Pobol y Cwm too it is. My website "Crooks in the Cowsil' site as been busy too with people toutin they wares on ere sellin they pals what plays music they are. Galavantin tommorow I is, back down to Saintly Clears, well I loves a bit of the costa del posh me innit. They as toilet roll in the conveniences there they do, honest. I might stop off at county all to have a nose at proceedins and lob a tomato from the gallery. What a rotten bunch they is and they as the cheek to take our spondoolees, well I never, well I did. Been cold ere in PontyPandy too it as, avin to wear mrs. Dai Farmer's tights. Mind you, I ave a lovely set of legs, even got a whistle from the neighbour today when I was peggin out. Don't worry, I means the clothes like innit. Still life in the old bugger yet. TARA!

Saturday, 8 February 2014

COUNCILS MAY HAVE TO ALLOW FILMING

It seems that it may not be long before councils have to allow filming at town halls. There are also hints that the council's FREE papers may be more closely regulated to prevent unfair competition with newspapers and to prevent self interest groups and partisan political campaigning.

The Free publication by CCC tends to advertise specific businesses, which the council have helped financially.  Surely it is our money paying for it so why don't we get the same opportunity? The paper reads like the academy awards of Croneywood. It is hard to find anyone who tells you anything other than the magazine is thrown straight in the bin.

England seem to be leading the way again and no doubt Mr Pickles has had a hand in this. Here we have to settle for slightly less than Mr. Pickles but more of a Mr. Picalilly (never liked the stuff).


Council's May Have to Allow Filming - BUT NOT IN WALES