CURRENT MOON moon phaseI thought it was about time I overhauled my profile, soooooo...
First of all I am fascinated by mythology and legend, but especially folklore and legend, because mythology is quite an ordered secret history, whereas folklore and legend are a chaos of abstract ideas which, somewhere inside, contain seeds of a history that our humble ancestors wanted to preserve... very badly, as it turned out...
An ex-druid, Celtophile, Anglophile, Scotiaphile, Hibernophile, Britanophile and most dedicated Cambrophile. That said I will also quite happily phile at any other culture that crosses my path, because EVERY SINGLE ONE is fascinating, and you should never pass up an opportunity to see a different point of view. I am always very pleased when I meet someone of an ethnic minoratorial persuasion who can TELL me something about their culture. Pride in your roots is not bad thing, you know! Whatever those roots may be...
I also MEAN God Save the Queen. The alternative is whatever the government would put in her place, which doesn’t bear thinking about. Because we only elect idiots.
Now, if you send me a friend request PLEASE leave a message with it (the more surreal or flattering (or both!) the better). Surreal is good. Surreal makes the world go round. Backwards. Wearing a tutu and playing a banjo...
And I don't like football. Don't try talking to me about football, because I think it's a pointless waste of effort and it really annoys me how much those vacuous morons who play it get paid whilst paramedics get paid buttons for being beaten up by Saturday night drunkards and firemen are occasionally barbecued by accident. RUGBY players deserve the money more than footballers do - at least you can get damaged in rugby... And football attracts the kind of man to play that’s probably more worried about his hair than his wife is hers... Now, I know most of our Benighted Kingdom is in love with the damn game, but I'm not most of us. If I WAS most of us there would be more gargoyles and fewer buildings made of sheets of glass...
Anyway, from that tirade you might have guessed that I'm a cantankerous Lancastrian nark who keeps a piece of Errwood Hall on his desk because it asked him to and who now knows that the Goddess he believes in was the one he always suspected She was... I'm a low-maintenance believer as I think gods are quite spoilt enough already and don't need any encouragement. Well, I suppose the tirade didn't suggest any of most of THAT, but never mind...
Though I would like to live on a hill in the middle of nowhere, or Wales, or both, I don't, which is a constant sorrow to me. Like the government's plans for concreting over the entire country and the fact that I don't own the Outer Hebrides. I write poetry and draw pretty pictures. I write all kinds of other things as well, but that really needs to be experienced. From a distance for preference, where you can't see it. That said, a friend of mine told me she'd buy anything I got published because she knows it would make her laugh... so I'll not be writing an elegy for R.S. Thomas then. I have also taken up the harp. But my playing means that it probably wants to be put down again. Quickly.
I'm also a patriotic Brit! Not patriotic in the "Up the Empire, up yours everyone else" kind of way, because that's just silly, given we haven't got one anymore, but because these islands have been my landscape for the best part of two millennia on the whole. Bar some Normans, a few 16th century Huguenots and two sets of Irish potato famine escapees from the 1840s this island is blood and bone to me and I can't dismiss that lightly. Or heavily. Or with medium pressure.
But I do have a poet's soul (which he's not getting back), a skewed sense of humour, a keen sense of irony and the pressing need to dissolve parliament (in acid, for preference). If you've read this far (and God bless your perseverance!) you might be just as deranged. Talk to me! I like you already!
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