of Lost Content
I was born one dark, stormy night at the end
of Mumbles pier where my mother was fishing for conger eel.
I left school earlier than my parents had
hoped due to a misunderstanding about the sale of the
After running guns in the brutal Cwmtwrch
civil war (Upper v Lower) I fell in with a band of Baptist
flagellants, with whom I toured Wales spreading the word and
Tiring of the road I returned to Swansea and
apprenticed myself to a renowned corset maker. Alas! the
shortage of good whalebone drove the old boy to drink and one
dark, stormy night he fell into the Queen's Dock and drowned.
Realising that the dissolute life I was
leading could only result in the kind of hopelessness and lack
of direction that drives people to vote Liberal Democrat, I
vowed to change my ways.
So one dark, stormy night (we get a lot of
'em in Swansea) I followed a lorry until a computer fell off the
back, which enabled me to start this blog.