How I Learned Welsh


Mae isie i fi prunnu petrol … Does dim isie i fi prunnu petrol … is that right? Aaaaargh!  Bloody Welsh! I wish I could speak it.  Really, I want to.  I’m not a language klutz.  I can even swear in French, and speak enough German that I make as much sense as anybody at […]

February 15, 2018

Gwenllian, Warrior Princess of Wales


The mist is tears dappling my cheeks.  The winter’s cold seeps through clothes to clutch the soul.  Such blood.  Such heartache.  The wind blows a mournful gust, the howl of a hundred widows, for the blood of those who struggled to preserve their people, their livelihoods, their customs and laws, from the rapacious land grabs […]

January 31, 2018

Madog, the Welsh Columbus


It should hardly be surprising of a man who has nineteen sons (and, presumably, a similar number of daughters, the insatiable old goat!), that most of them were illegitimate; although, since six of them were legitimate (and, presumably, a similar number of daughters), his wife was certainly no slouch. The problem was that Welsh custom, […]

December 28, 2017

Why Are the Welsh Called “Taffy”?


“Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief, Taffy broke into my house And stole a pound of beef” A nursery rhyme rarely told to children these days on account of being hugely politically incorrect, but when I was a barman in the English military town of Aldershot (many years ago!), I was known to […]

November 30, 2017