At last, we have a specific attribution for the day after Halloween, other than ‘thank god that doesn’t come around again for another year!‘ Today may also just as easily be known as ‘Rather Die in a Ditch Day‘, as proclaimed amongst the mountain of porky’s prodigously served up by the rather porcine UK ‘Liar in Chief‘ (aka Trump Minor).
Until we speak again, I’m sure the tousledtosser will be banging on about getting cake both had and eaten. But don’t choke on the sweet stuff, and, by the way, does anyone know where said ditch is located? The ‘willofthepeople‘ are in need of a shrine to commemorate their glorious victory over those who no longer count (as democracy is now an event not a process).Perhaps it can be named ‘Gullible Hollow‘. Thus serving a dual purpose of attracting the many stalwart pilgrims who bought into the lies ‘inthecompleteknowledgethattheyweredoingso‘; as well as offering a suitable reflection of the depth of substance their great cheerleader exudes in the form of froth and bluster.
Fossil fuel dependence is gradually waning, renewable sources are on the increase, and nuclear power causes its usual divisions of opinion. However, down on the south bank of the river Thames power is being restored through a wholly different climateofchange… and an old icon is getting a facelift as well as a complete new purpose in life.
Until we speak again, Battersea seems to be the word for architectural puzzles these days… not just for dogs!
Could that be one of the Martian killing machines lurking in the foliage? Surely the good people of Tongwynlais in SouthWales will come to the defence in such times of threat to the planet.
Until we speak again, CastellCoch is well situated to surveil any prospective marauders… whether they be inquisitive Cardiff folk daring to venture towards the wild lands of the SouthWalesValleys, or maybe even misguided Martians‘ in search of intelligent life!
As another year bows out, and a new one beckons, its time for all self-respecting cats to look forward… but the question is: where to?
If you’re in Burry Port (West Wales), on a cold grey afternoon with your boat having run aground, there is no shortage of unhelpful advice… imploring you to be anywhere but Burry Port!
Until we speak again, if you find yourself at this time of year up shitzen creeken dim paddle… the best resolution is don’t take much notice of the plethora of advice! Happy new year to my dear reader.
P.S. But, if you are in Burry Port try out Whitford’s cafe/restaurant…
Don’t know about you, but all the commercial nonsense that accompanies the season (from about September onwards!) does seem to get in the way of whatever true spiritual meaning the event is supposed to hold. So much so, that you can’t see one for the other at times…
Until we speak again, have a good one… whatever it looks like.
[Acknowledgements to Jamie Charteris for the image on my favourite Christmas card this year].