Maybe I should explain: ‘Stwff’ is what we Taffs (people from
– for those who don’t know what a ‘Taff’ is) say for ‘Stuff’, see?
OMG – don’t tell me I have to explain what / where ‘
is? “Get a bloody clue and ‘Google’ it, ffs” as some of them (you, too) may say!
Well, before you (if you haven't already) ask ‘What is this old fart ramblin’ on about now?’ let me further explain:
I spent several hours today pissing into the wind – as it were! Ever done that? Not much fun, is it?
OK, I see that I now need to further explain myself – Jeez, this is like watching a Slinky going downstairs, innit? ['Innit' - that’s another word ‘Taffs’ say – kinda means “isn’t it” – see how easy it to get the hang of ‘Welsh-speke’?
First off, as agreed, early (6:15 am CDT) I phoned a friend a
Wales (by now I hope you have
discovered what and where that is) to chat about something we had ‘messaged’
about the day before. Well, although he said he’d be there, he was not! So that
was a waste of time – though I did catch up with him many hours later – and
spent about 75 minutes chatting; can’t wait for the bill. Anyway, not to get
ahead of myself (I tend to do that sometimes, don’t I?) so on to project number
Project number two was actually the higher of the day’s two - in priorities - but had to take second place due to the quirks of international time zones and US banking hours. Anyway, about 10:00 am (CDT) I went to my bank to put a few ‘shekels’ into my safe deposit box. Well, what I really wanted to do was to knock the crap out of the cobwebs that must have accumulated since the last time I opened it. “Hmm”, said the ‘bank-lady’, “Looks like that’s the wrong key”. As I show her my key-fob, plainly labeled ‘Safe Deposit Box’, I says “The F-it is! Look you by ‘ere, mun!” – more of that Welsh-speke, innit? Well, ‘square peg / round hole’, the bloody thing was not what I thought it to be. So, after she shows me what my key should look like, off back home to find the right key, I go.
Before I began the search through what transpired to be the proverbial haystacks, I made that second phone call to
Ah! A delightful voice answers – and after a few pleasantries, I ask the angel
to pass the phone to the ‘grump of the house’. Oftentimes, he is jovial, witty
and good fun; other times, when he gets on one of his soapboxes, [do NOT mention
, please] he is like sciatica
- but squarely in the ‘you know where’. Today, he was a little
‘down-in-the-mouth’ – somewhat despondent at a seeming lack of following (a
euphemism for ‘purchasing of the fruits’) of his passion - photography. Well, I
offered to plaster links to websites of his in whatever places I could
electronically access – FB, group e-mails, this blogspot, etc. But, just to
tease you, I’ll get back to that at the end of this missive. We commiserated together over the fact that
though (allegedly – as noted by ‘hits’) many people may ‘view’ our
contributions (in blogs and websites), very few are compelled to offer comments
on the content – either favorable, or otherwise – yet the populace seems unable
to prevent itself from making a myriad of inane postings in such social media
as FaceBook and Twitter. [Casting Director’s note: Jumps off soap-box and
returns to important stwff:] County Councilors
Four hours, 15 dresser drawers, 5 file cabinet drawers, 21 pockets of 3 suits and 5 jackets later – not to mention a boat-load of cussing (by me) and several prayers (by my wife) to St Anthony (patron saint of lost causes / items, innit?), I found the bloody key! It was where I had cleverly hidden it some months ago – away from the eyes of anyone who may sneak into the house to steal it. Pity I had not been so clever as to remember where I had hidden it. “
and halle-bloody-lullya”, says I to my wife – followed by “Let’s get ourselves
a glass of wine and go the pool”. Oh yes, I admonished her that she MUST, in
future, remember where I had now hidden it [It’s in the same place as before –
surely I won’t forget twice?] The bank
was closed by now (Saturday, see?) so that project is shelved now until Monday.
Pool-flopping - accompanied by consumption of a couple of beers - done, off we go for a curry; hot lamb biryani for me, medium chicken tikka
for the ‘missus’. End to a day with
Oh aye – now to the ‘commercials’!
Among the ‘creations’ of my friend in
(no, not Jonah! He was in a WHALE!), is a website that was intended to create
and display an interest in Wales
– particularly his small part of it. That site, World Wide Welsh Community, to which I had frequently contributed, morphed into one intended to include other Celtic communities and contributions
from such peoples. But, maintenance of those sites required a little revenue for them to prevail - sadly they did not, and so they 'are no more'. They had included postings by my photographer (and ‘jack of many other
trades’) friend about an annual cultural event in Wales that concluded yesterday. It is
called an Eisteddfod. [Google it, mun!] Anyway, here is a link to his blogspot
about that cultural delight Llanelli Eisteddfod. There are also photos from that event in his
photography website – - Alan Evans Photography. I
have three words of advice: ‘Buy his stwff!’ – I want him to be happy again –
for the angel in his house!
Among the ‘creations’ of my friend in