Studio: painting table

Hello,

Greetings from planet Top Floor.

The sun was out for my run this evening as were the pre-season rugger buggers, not long until we hear Jonathen Davies’s high pitched voice and equally piercing opinions on the box.

With that I’ll now crack on and paint.

Many thanks,
Iolo

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Iolo Edger
Painter

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Rhian’s poem makes the Guardian

Saturday’s poem in the Guardian

We feel she may be cheating
at reading and spelling.
She has failed to grasp the planets
and the laws of science,
has proven violent in games
and fakes asthma for attention.
She is showing promise with the Odyssey,
has learned to darn starfish
and knitted a patch for the scarecrow.
She seems to enjoy measuring rain,
pretending her father is a Beatle
and insists upon your death
as the conclusion to all her stories.

• From Clueless Dogs, published by Seren (£8.99). To order a copy for £7.19 with free UK p&p call Guardian book service on 0330 333 6846 or go to guardian.co.uk/bookshop

Best regards,
Iolo

Iolo Edger

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Rhian Edwards – Clueless Dogs (More further notes from fighter pilot poetry readings)

Rhian Edwards presents Clueless Dogs.

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I first met Rhian in Infant’s school. Then she moved away from Bridgend. Then she moved back 16 years later riding a fantastic bike (nobody else has done that since Mary Poppins). The lady has a lot more stories, songs and poems to detail her life and thoughts than I will be able to do so here but I strongly recommend you check her website out:

Rhian Edwards

“An astounding Welsh poet with performances that get you in the emotional gut…” – Ian McMillan on The Verb, Radio 3.

Porthcawl Ukulele Band were invited too. Good fun.

Taff is tuff

Bevan
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We all love Johnathan Richman and Pablo Picasso.

P.S.
Well some people try to pick up girls
And get called assholes
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and
So Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole

Well the girls would turn the color
Of the avacado when he would drive
Down their street in his El Dorado
He could walk down you street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not like you
Alright

Well he was only 5’3″
But girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not in New York

Oh well be not schmuck, be not abnoxious,
Be not bellbottom bummer or asshole
Remember the story of Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare
Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole
Alright this is it

Some people try to pick up girls
And they get called an asshole
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street
And girls could not resist his stare and so
Pablo Picasso was never called…

Streetfights and Christmas lights…

Nadolig Llawen pawb…

Here’s a lovely photo by John and Judy Finch of the lights in Penybont…

…which Beach Fossils are able to illustrate fantastically with these tunes:

Sparkley, homemade and slightly curled and faded on the edges – just like the best Christmas decorations…especially the ones you made when you were six that your mum has kept and only she can love.

I was hoping to post my favourite albums, books, drunken nights out and other topics of cosmic irrelevance but I’ve been proper f-f-f-f-flat out with the business so I’ll just wish you all well….and come to the gig I’m putting on in The Coach on the 28th December. Ramshackle tunes, ales and happy ramshackle people. 7-11pm.

Be good,

Iolo

A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity; an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.
Winston Churchill

and

A politician needs the ability to foretell what is going to happen tomorrow, next week, next month, and next year. And to have the ability afterwards to explain why it didn’t happen.
Winston Churchill

…yes especially when you’re going to get away with it Jacq-arse Chirac-arse
…anybody else would have had to do the time mahn.