Who? HA!

BRWWARRRWOTTHEFFUCKBOLLOCKS.
There be another great HOO HA about learning Welsh, and bugger me for a pumpkin if I can't find the link right now, but it's something about a growing pressure to learn Welsh in Wales creating division and resentment, and this coming from Welsh speakers. Apparently there's a greater push for learning all over the land and especially a search for cultural identity coming from the historically traditional English speaking south-east industrialized valleys, HURRAH ! I say; your humble servant himself being born in the mining village of Aberbachgenbach, then bred up not speaking a word of our Mother Tongue from the Land of My Fathers. Resentment and division, bollocks, speak Welsh yer turds, you're Welsh aren't you?

One of the feelings of resentment comes from the fact that some Welsh speaking public sector workers feel they are favoured over mono-lingual colleagues merely because of the language, well dam fuck right they should be, they're in WALES! If you were in Estonia and were a candidate for a job for which there was one other candidate who spoke Estonian and you couldn't, WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD GET THE JOB? RIGHT, you're in Estonia, speak Estonian. Check THIS out, the Russians in Estonia are apparently having the same problem as English speakers in Wales.

Wales is a separate nation and should by now shake off the shackles or shack off the shakeles or shack the shockles or shag the shirkles or whatever... of the Saxon oppressor!

Okay, I'm off to bed, yes I've had a few FBA's.

Ah here it is. Maybe you'd also like to read this or this.

Gunfight at the OK Butuí

Just when things were beginning to get boring around here. 9.08 pm. Tuesday 16 October, there I was quietly watching the latest dvd pirated episodes of Heroes when all crap hits the air conditioning outside, or rather several stray bullets here and there. Yes a fine gun battle in the street, probably the best yet since I've been here, I was tempted to take a look out the window but didn't fancy a hole in the head. Must've been about 20 odd shots fired from both sides, I wonder who's killing who.

Crap.

I'd better get something written before my millions of fans worldwide begin to complain.

The Masters degree selection test is in just 3 weeks and I'm still supposed to have read all the theory books by then. Truth is I won't have time, in fact I won't even HAVE the books to read, except one which I've already started, but suspended for the time being in order to finish Erico Verissimo's Incidente em Antares, which I'm finding quite amusing. After Incidente I will have read all of the novels: Eça de Queirós, A Capital!, (NOT to be confused with Groucho Marx's work, The Principal City of the Country!!); Lúcio Cardoso, Crônica de uma Casa Assasinada, and Paul Auster, New York Trilogy. I've also yet to read Hamlet, and on the list is Oedipus the King, which I read about a zillion times when I was doing my final paper, so I may just skim over that one. Then there's the 3 poets. I'll just read up some stuff of theirs on internet. So without the theory, when it comes to the test I'll have to waffle my way through the questions, trying to remember what I learned in the basic first 6 years of the course. Wish me luck.


Over the past few weekends I've been slipping off to Ian the Oz's place for the rugby, it's been fun, we've drunk huge quantities of beer as I mentioned in the previous post. And yelled a lot. Just next weekend and it'll be over. England and South Africa in the final YARG! If anyone's wondering - I'm supporting the Springboks!

Life in the Great Metropolis of Porto Alegre continues very much the same, there have been no incidents (perhaps in Antares but not at my apartment), for quite some time and I'm hoping it's going to stay that way. Well my bedroom balcony has effectively been turned into a cage, so no-one's getting in there any more. This afternoon I've been summoned to the police station "to be heard as a victim", what that's all about, I shall find out in an hour, can't imagine what it is as they've already had a full statement from me. Unless they've recovered my dvd, in which case I shall have two dvd players. We've had some pretty lousy weekends so no great barbies have been up and coming. In fact it's been pizzing down a lot.

Do not go Gentle

Due to an increasing pressure from thousands of my readers from all corners of the globe, I have been compelled into returning to the blogosphere and getting some crap written. Truth is, I've been busy in all manner of ways, hot sex for hours on end not being the least.

Ah well, Wales are out. As an ex-rugby player me-self (Aberbachgenbach Comprehensive, Wednesday's P.T. lesson, 1976 - 1979), I can say that we played pretty well against the Might of the South Pacific. Certainly two of the best tries I've seen during this Cup. Mind you I haven't been watching a lot of games, haven't got the right tv channel for it, so off I pops down Ian the Oz's place, where we drink large quantities of FBA and eat immense bowls of salty munchie things while yelling at the fifteen and the blind ref. The Wales v. Fiji game was shown only yesterday, Sunday, the day after the actual match so I had to try and avoid seeing or hearing the result on Saturday. I failed miserably after a short time when I double clicked on the wee Mozilla Firefox icon and realized too late that I had forgot to change my default site - BBC news, and there it was in huge glaring headlines, FIJI SEND WALES HOME!! With the score beneath. When I got to Ian the Oz's I had to confess to him that I had already seen the result but that I would not reveal it to him (or the result WHAAA!) . I grinned a lot and he thought that Wales had won, only discovering the truth in the last few minutes of the match, yes it was THAT close!

I'm still highly pissed off with Brazilian drivers. Yesterday I was at a traffic light in the left lane, indicating and waiting to turn left (for all my millions of readers in Britain and Japan, don't forget, here we drive on the wrong side), when a taxi driver pulled up on my right. When the light changed he also came around me to turn left (also without indicating) , when I passed him later I gave a traditional Celtic Warcry of "ARSESHOLE!" and an appropriate two fingered gesture reminding him that Welsh longbowmen were never captured at the Battle of Agincourt.

That's it, I'm off for some Hot Sex.