Been reading some articles by Fred Pearce on the over-population myth. this is a good summary. Even more evidence that lovable old David Attenborough is one of the most dangerous individuals in Britain. Seemingly Jeremy Irons is the latest to nail his colours to the Eugenics masthead. Why don't these people take the most obvious step to reducing the world's population?
Talking of superfluous luvvies it's the ghastly Hay Festival and it isn't raining .............. bugger! How will Breconshire's leading artist, the amazing Steffan Powell, ever complete his magnum opus without a steady supply of sodden panama hats from the festival field? His mud entombed SUV taken from the RWAS showground was such a triumph, although the ewes in the Ifor Williams trailer are getting a bit rank now. Think formaldehyde Steffan.
Finally, I've been spending a fair amount of time delving into the 1911 Census looking, amongst other things, at the last few dozen young Radnorians from established Radnorshire families who still spoke Welsh. Some of these individuals even lived on into the 1990s, like Joni said you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone.
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Thank you KJJ for your kind words. Alas the weather is not being kind to my ongoing vision to document the angst of the literati and luvvies of Hay. It rained yesterday but a prior engagement tantalisingly close to Y Gelli prevented my drinking in the misery of the occasion.
I was talking recently to a fellow aesthete who claims links to the Green Man Festival. A chance to expand Powell's exploration of the other side of Brecknock cultural life beckons.
I can't wait .... hopefully it will involve Gruff Rhys walled-up in a cave.
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