Y Wegof Di-Reswm

So you may know, I'm leaving Cardiff to head north....poss for MBNA, we'll see & I'll keep you posted and fill you in properly later. I was hoping to wait until things were finalised until letting on, but some detective work from Steve "Orca Rider!" Bourke had me rumbled. As Steve The Sleaze is up in Leeds I'll no doubt call by for a few drinks or a spot of food (Sod plates mun, just leave the saucepan cool down). I may need to crash mind, no job as yet (quit WVRS yesterday), and nowhere to live!! Maybe Tomorrow.......I'll learn to settle down, Untill tomorrow I'll just keep movin' on.

....Or Burnt to a Crisp
It was a glorious weekend, we got up early to see off the Princess who'd made a surprise visit on Friday, it was almost back to normal it seemed. But sadly it was not to last, up at 5.30 am and she'd driven off into the rising sun by 6oClock :0(. Me & Po reconvened in the garden were we were to stay almost exclusively for the next 14 hours....hence the grilling from the sundisk(Atun). I was so red I was purple. We woke the other neighbours at 7ish this time with Jim Carey (Don't you Want Somebody to Love..)! The beer/wine/cider/etc flowed with deceptive ease resulting in the decision to venture forth once the weary sun retired for the day. Needless to say we hadn't realised quite how completely utterly hammered we were. At this point I should apologise to Jimmy & particularly to Woody for repeatedly slapping his head, I'm not shure why I did but I think it had something to do with being unable to form sentences. The next day confirmed quite how bad it had been. A dismembered curry awaited in the kitchen and a comatose Potter behind the sofa. As the day shaped up for another scorcher, I opened the fridge to retrieve some refreshment only to remark, "Um...so what happened to all the Beer" as there was none left. Nicci it seemed had only fared slightly better falling down a flight of stairs! Sunday was pretty lazy, spent touching up the side of my body that had shirked the sun the day previously. Ew!(The left hand side had caught most of the sun on Sat - Sinister eh?)
Owz Bach

Un Gyflym. Wnaethom colli'r gem gyn-derfynnol (ar cau clwb rygbi Rhymni) yn y cwpan yn erbyn Tyllgoed (Fairwater), anlwcus yn fy marn i, roedd y tywydd yn wael, a nes y glaw rhoi fantes i tim nhw oherwydd eu phac mawr a thew. Roeddwn i'n ailydd eto, ac yn anfodus doedd ddim cyfle i fynd arno (roedd gormod o olwyr efo ni).
Also on getting lost in Llanrhymney on the way to the ground taught me a thing or two. I now know: where Taxi Drivers live & where vending machines go to die.
It's not how I'd imagined Silicon Heaven.
Sad really.
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The LAPD, The FBI, and the CIA are all trying to prove that they are the best at apprehending criminals.
The President decides to give them a test. He releases a rabbit into a forest and each of them has to catch it.
The CIA goes in. They place animal informants throughout the forest. They question all plant and mineral witnesses. After three months of extensive investigations they conclude that rabbits do not exist.
The FBI goes in.
After two weeks with no leads they burn the forest, killing everything in it, including the rabbit, and they make no apologies. The rabbit had it coming.
The LAPD goes in.
They come out two hours later with a badly beaten bear. The bear is yelling: "Okay! Okay! I'm a rabbit! I'm a rabbit!

“She's Gone Oh I, Oh I'd better learn how to face it” (Thanks to Hall & Oates)
It’s a sad occasion. Princess Leung has ‘moved on’ to greener pastures back home in Brum. What can I say about this Girl? Nothing really to do adequate justice to her, full of energy, always positive, an inspiration, great fun and only occasionally violent during my numerous tellings off. But seriously, providing when appropriate; pity, humour and even pep-talks when I got caught leaving the gas on again. I know we in the house will all really miss her, a very special person.
But it's better to move on than to be left behind (like I've been forsaken), remember those abandoned dog adverts?
As Po mentioned there are too many 'happenings' to mention but the ‘Clare Leung’s Individual Tracker’ was ridiculous, the karaoke duet’s were insane, the cleaning manic/incessent, and banning me from the kitchen over Xmas, wise. Honestly Thanks & Take Care.......x

Friday: Clare’s Last Night at the Haven. We went for food at the Japanese noodle bar on City rd (excellent – try it) followed by song & dance routines in Roy World (won’t be the same trying to persuade dad to join in). We topped it off by waking the neighbours with the assistance of Bonnie Tyler. They did deserve it although it was unintentional.

Saturday: I said goodbye to Clare as I left for rugby, the fair weather allowed me to wear sunglasses to conceal my misty eyed betrayal. My contact-rugby comeback misfired as I didn’t get off the bench, which was fair enough really (the warm up did leave me with a bloody gash). But I froze to the bone though standing on the touchline for 4 hrs. Luckily Steve & Zoe had prepared a feast which hit the spot. We stayed in and watched ‘Leaving Las Vegas’, its a good film (Nick Cage was awesome) but so depressing, it left me despondent and the alcohol abuse depicted (close to the bone) left me unable to finish my glass of wine. It was the final straw, what with not playing, the sad film and primarily the beloved Princess leaving I cried myself to sleep.

Sun: Rainbow Comeback Special No-Show at Glee Club Concert. The much appreciated complimentary front row tickets from Jimmy-Love allowed us a great view of one of the massive speakers, side on. This necessitated our view to drift to the crowd, full of many pretty women or the old & ugly (probably loaded), jauntily angled hats were in abundance amongst the ‘in’ crowd, the inclement weather also explained the plethora of wellies and umbrellas. The supporting act Carline Anderson extended her set to cover for Ritchie Blackmore et al. However yet another last minute backstage last-minute bust-up meant that Carline had to play through which was obviously too much for her emaciated frame. p.s. the beer was still shit.
Touch rugby in the early afternoon had a reasonable turn out (Where were you?) but less than normal, we worked up a sweat with the extra running required. Work on my tan started afterwards, it won’t be long until I can pass off as a Mediterranean, until I open my mouth that is.

Mon: Back to Spanish lessons after skiving the last few, Bex and Sal couldn’t believe the change the grooming had induced, and proceed to take photos (on the phone) to show at work the next day. I worked the camera lens with a few cheeky poses, which are sure to tease and enthral. The date set for the exam has been set for the 17th May time to pull socks up.

I’ll leave you now with a thought; many things in life are like streaking: Free and Fun, but may ultimately cost you your dignity (keep it to summer time). Cymer Ofal cyfeillion,
NOwain

Citizens.
I made rugby training for the first time in over a year yesterday for the Cardiff Saracens, I found it pretty tiring as you'd expect, but the only thing really to perturb me was that I was automatically put up front with the forwards! When I started my senior career I was a 12 stone winger often the smallest on the park. I had started two years early as our youth team had collapsed as four of our players had gone to gaol, we normally scraped 15 players each Saturday but they're loss was too much. Back to the Sarries, I haven’t seen these guys for nearly a year and my flowing locks came as a shock to them, despite assuring them that it was all the rage in West Wales, they informed me that they use my curls as leverage for tackling. Faced with this threat I made clear that anyone touching the hair would get a severe pinching.
However the hair can be a pain getting in my eyes, to render me temporarily blind. So that evening it was shorn, A Rimmer-esque sensible short back and sides, along with a shave! A radical step indeed but it turned out tidyenuff. But It's not pretty, try to imagine a marmosette (it's a type of monkey Rhys) after a good slapping (on the face).
At work today, the 'ladies' seemed to be impressed, and people stopped to stare in wonder at the transformation. They then started to call me Brad, in reference I supposed to my newly exposed chiselled jaw, however it turned out to be rhyming slang!
I also met that tall curly haired guy from HBOS admin, James (Iago poss). A tidy fellow, he's also struggling to fit in work and studying. Funnily enough as my final e-mail at HBOS had mentioned in jest my embarking on a solo career, he actually had heard that I'd gone on tour with my band as the lead singer, and believed it!?
Steve's given a bit of stick about the Blog "what's your Point?" etc, well it's an aid to memory, before last week everything is a blur, and I can pretend at least to lead an interesting existence, why let the truth get in the way of a good story eh?

Maybe it is True - Is the King still Alive?

Elvis - Jesus Similarities:

Jesus said:"Love thy neighbor." (Matthew 22:39)
Elvis said:"Don't be cruel." (RCA, 1956)

Jesus is the Lord's shepherd.
Elvis dated Cybill Shepherd.

Jesus was part of the Trinity.
Elvis' first band was a trio.

Jesus walked on water. (Matthew 14:25)
Elvis surfed. (Blue Hawaii, Paramount, 1965)

Jesus' entourage, the Apostles, had 12 members.
Elvis' entourage, the Memphis Mafia, had 12 members.

Jesus was resurrected.
Elvis had the famous 1968 "comeback" TV special.

Jesus said, "If any man thirst, let him come unto me, and drink." (John 7:37)
Elvis said, "Drinks on me!" (Jailhouse Rock, MGM, 1957)

Jesus fasted for 40 days and nights.
Elvis had irregular eating habits. (e.g. 5 banana splits for breakfast)

Jesus is a Capricorn. (December 25)
Elvis is a Capricorn. (January 8)

Matthew was one of Jesus' many biographers. (The Gospel According to Matthew)
Neil Matthews was one of Elvis' many biographers. (Elvis: A Golden Tribute)

Jesus countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow." (Matthew 28:3)
Elvis wore snow-white jumpsuits with lightning bolts.

Jesus lived in state of grace in a Near Eastern land.
Elvis lived in Graceland in a nearly eastern state.

Mary, an important woman in Jesus' life, had an Immaculate Conception.
Priscilla, an important woman in Elvis' life, went to Immaculate Conception High School.

Jesus was first and foremost the Son of God.
Elvis first recorded with Sun Studios, which today are still considered to be his foremost recordings.

Jesus was the lamb of God.
Elvis had mutton chop sideburns.

Jesus' Father is everywhere.
Elvis' father was a drifter, and moved around quite a bit.

Jesus was a carpenter.
Elvis' favorite high school class was wood shop.

Jesus wore a crown of thorns.
Elvis wore Royal Crown hair styler.

Jesus H. Christ has 12 letters.
Elvis Presley has 12 letters.

No one knows what the "H" in "Jesus H. Christ" stood for.
No one was really sure if Elvis' middle name was "Aron" or "Aaron".

Jesus is often depicted in pictures with a halo that looks like a gold plate.
Elvis' face is often depicted on a plate with gold trim and sold through TV.

Jesus said: "Man shall not live by bread alone."
Elvis liked his sandwiches with peanut butter and bananas.

Did You Hear the One About the Two Nuns?
Heidily-Ho.
It's been a run of the mill week, but I've managed to stave off the boredom...
Wed: took in Starsky & Hutch, it was good fun and definitely had its moments. Po, Dai & I attended, though unfortunately, the Big Guy (AJ) wasn't ultimately allowed out to play, Adam you definitely missed out the filim and a game of Foxes & Hounds afterwards.
Thu: Rugby Training (good turn out - glad to see you back Brett, glad you liked the Mullet!) followed by The Glee Club, the night got off to an ominous start when before even leaving the house I had my drink spiked with the finest Czech Absinthe (no prizes for guessing who - thou Sir art a knave, and a fine one at that) the Whoa!-Bomb.
I recall the night being good fun but it did drag a bit, the second (of three) comedians was the best (the Yank, or Canuck was he? not sure) but the price was right. Talking of which the much vaunted free bar and food was a huge let down...
The beer was treated as a cordial and was mixed as is normal with squash to a one part in six ratio it seemed. The food tasted as bland as laser printer quality paper. But it was free I suppose. The weakness of the beer for me contributed to a much hastened approach to sobriety, however Po's relentless march to inebriation was not similarly restrained, and his behaviour did show some signs of restraint and apart from verging on us fighting two strangers on Albany road on the way home, and he upset only a few young impressionable(!) ladies(!!).
I've just recalled that outside afterwards I managed to pin Lee Gregs 1-2-3 on the street, He's changed Man!
Also earlier in the evening I restrained Paul Gray in an arm lock while Po pummelled him with body blows, if not to an incapacitating degree then certainly a degrading one, lol. Sam Vickerstaff insisted that i repeatedly pick her up (for the view no doubt) but she did nearly have my eyes out - careful where you point them!
Fri: Down the George with Curly for, Scarlets v Biarritz in the Heineken Cup QF, No arguments with the result, the Scarlets were out matched in most departments. Dai was supposed to come to watch the game as well - i recieved a call from him at half-time telling me that he was downstairs, i was really confused - there isn't an upstairs?
Sat: Popped out again in the early evening briefly, but eventually purchased a Himalaya Special at 2.30am; Mushroom Rice, Lamb Balti, Plain Naan, Poppadoms. I didn't manage to finish it all but it also provided sandwiches for breakfast the next morning.
Sun: Touch Rugby training, another good turn out it's coming together well and looks good for the league. Curly broke his duck and made it for the first time and just needs to concentrate on remaining vertical.
I also opened some of Sat's mail, an acknowledgement of receipt of the divorce petition and (yet another!) effing form. What a pain. It may be controversial but if she was to have a nasty accident it would make things much easier (that's assuming she dies of course (I'm not asking for anything particularly spectacular - quick and efficient's fine)) well, one can but live in hope.
Mon: Just cleaning the house, many of us know how demanding the princess can be, i'd only done some b.s. cleaning previously in the weekend but she was due back in a few hours, The Potters had skived back to Plymouth absolving themselves of responsibility. But nothing sharpens the mind like an imminent deadline, so come 5pm two of the rooms were spotless & sparkling. Good thing she didn't check the cupboard under the stairs!
Anyhow for now.
As Grav would say: Da Bo Chi!

Nei How Ma Mofo!
Hello? testing? ah! not so much a travel journal, but staying-put notes! inpired by Po's site: ClothOfChaos, but quite how i'm going to get enough material i don't know mind! oh well here goes! drop us a line on owainglanaman@hotmail.com putting rugby in the 'subject' to get through the filter or on the mobile 07900 693438. The comment feature at the bottom of each post has also been enabled, just click. Hwyl am nawr!