Good to see South Wales Police concentrating their efforts (and our money) on the really, really, important aspects of blatant criminality.
We have residential parking; fourteen places with allocated bays but on any day at least four or five are unused. When I came home at five thirty today there were only two other cars. We do have a fair tenant turnover,
Since I was blocked in and unable to use my car one time I occasionally park elsewhere to avoid that.
Picked up the ‘phone: ‘Hello, is that Mr Gillygangle? Police here, we have had a complaint that you have been parking in someone else’s bay. Can you please move your car, which I duly did.
Great, about a year ago I wrote to the local plod about a potential fraud – response came there none!
Is it deliberate policy to antagonise the native population? To what end?
My mind turned to my final position in the army. I was cleared to Top Secret and the safe in my ofice held, among other documents, details of the local plan for aid to the civil power. It would be instructive to see the up to date version of that paper!
As an aside, when I married first I informed TPTB that my wife was from Southern Ireland (did not mention her support for Devalera). I did similar when I married again.
Some discussion lately about the Irish seeking others of their ilk for company. I see no problem with that in fact my first wife, dead at 34, was from Kilkenny but I met her in Aldershot. That was just happenstance but having a Norn Iron father I do feel mostly Irish. I like to dance, to sing, to drink, to have a good natter and chase the ladies. Those are not traits peculiar to the Irish but it makes for a fair bit of craic. My second wife was Scottish/Polish and my presnt wife is Tunisian. I must confess I was most in tune with my very own culchie.
What is ska, what is reggae? When we went on a tour to cover the elections in Briish Guiana before independence was granted in 1965 our task was to prevent choppy choppy between the opposing parties.
Anyway, we landed at 4 p.m., were downtown by 7 and straight into a great night. The music that sticks in my mind is ‘Wings of a Dove’ by Prince Buster. I also recall ‘Shame and scandal in the family’ though not sure that was from the same trip. Great to dance to. Understand that was ska the precusor of reggae.
Lots of lovely ladies, lots of cane sugar rum and sore heads in the morning. I did not touch rum for fourteen years after that night! Would love to go back there. Ah well, we can dream. A steel band was formed from the Battalion band and drums and their teacher, ‘Dan the pan’ was shipped over to the UK to bring them up to speed they subsequently fulfilled quite a number of engagements in the following years.
A few years ago I visited Sainte Nazaire, huge installations and the U-Boat pens were a sight to see. For some reason I had the idea that the raid,in 1942, though heroic, had not met it’s objectives. I came across a Jeremy Clarkson documentary on ‘The Greatest Raid’ and it really touched me and corrected my view of the event. Well worth looking up.
Summer last year was dreadful and this one appears only just a little bit better so far. I know a lady who is adamant that contrails are evidence of all sots of nefarious practices by TPTB. Must say I am really beginning to wonder; we know that man made climate change is impossible and there is talk of a solar minimum but something must be afoot to change our weather so much. Remember the good old days?:
Seasons
Spring brings hope, the ancient theme
Life awakes as Nature’s scheme.
Time to plan for you and me
Before us now our time to be.Days of Summer, days so long
Underlined by love’s sweet song.
Such joy to have you in my life
Lucky me you became my wife.Autumn’s days, the trees are weeping,
Silent solitude, softly seeping,
Leaves drift down upon the stream
Thoughts return of love’s young dream.Winter chills; the wind is sighing,
All around the World is dying.
Wrap up close and hold me so
As you did in the long ago.
© Gillygangle 2025
