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Things have been happening, mainly because I have made them happen - or at least because I have made things make other things happen! I am to move. To a place, a space, on my own. Far from a solitary life this will be a brilliant thing! For the first time I will truly get to live by myself! I cannot, but must, wait!

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, the reader (Hi Mom) is introduced to super-reporter, Samantha Panther, with her ferret-resembling boom microphone, @ the CIA…

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In the short stay car park of Cardiff International Airport, a parking attendant, who had been circling for some minutes now, began to close in on the Channel 12 news van.

The newly wedded couple, Mrs and Mr Pinesniffer, had only just gotten back to Wales after their three week honeymoon. Still jetlagged and misty-headed, the eager Mr Pinesniffer wasn’t concentrating as he drove around the fog covered car park in search of the exit so he could get him and his wife back home.

So, here I sit, farting around on this site among others when I have a magazine to edit, articles to write, and a montage to compose, and I can't conjure the word craft. (Sigh.)

Maybe it's because I've bitten off more than I can chew and can't digest what I've started. Maybe it's the never-ending worry over paying the bills. Maybe I'm running out of steam. Maybe it's the interruptions of others. Maybe... maybe... maybe...

Maybe nothing. I've got to get my behind in gear here and get on the writing stick. I need to drudge up data from old memories of my childhood in Dugway, Utah. I have forgotten so much about the place and its people, but somehow it begs me to include it in a story about the search for a mysterious shaman. I recall so little of the Ute people and their lore that surrounded me then. I remember spotting wild Apaloosas running through Skull Valley and finding Conestoga wagon ruts in the hard desert ground. Now, I need to delve more into the past and produce a setting worthy of my characters' development and my readers' interest.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, we learn of Ddwwchllyff’s early encounter with a distinguished member of Caerdyff’s Indian population. We return now to the possible ‘incident’ at Cardiff International…

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“Once again, our main story this hour is the news that an incident may have happened at Cardiff International. We are getting reports in from our reporters as I speak… and I t..h..i..n..k(?)”, he paused as the director urged instructions into his earpiece, “…we can now go over LIVE to our ‘on the spot’ reporter, Samantha Panther… Samantha, can you hear me?” The sharply dressed and smooth news anchor, Richard Reese, placed two fingers to his right ear and frowned slightly into the camera.

this is an illustration I did for my book about possums.
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Bob

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, Wolfcastle enters Wong’s Authentic Chinese Kebab and Pie Shop. Hoping to curry favor with the ethnically diverse, we return now to Ddwwchllyff’s ethnic diversity.

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When he had arrived in Wales, the young Ddwwllychff had, in addition to the battered old suitcase and Welsh phrase book, an envelope. Not wishing to cast her first born out into the world totally on his own, his mother had made contact with a local Cardiff Indian organization. There were no Bangladeshi groups in the city at that time. To her son she had given the envelope.

Tonight , the play opens.It is NOT at all together ! I really hope it is not a disaster! It is terribly long,and so many rehearsals have happened without the entire cast being present.

Anyway ,I am fine with my own work in it thus far.....

I have a Burlesque gig this Thursday at El Cid with Bleu Dahlia Burlesque. Haven't seen em yet , hope it's a goodie.

In the works is my new club nite called Dandy .

The name explains itself. Date has not been solidified,but is slated for May 2006.

Am trying to figure out where to fit the Zodiac Lounge into the mix.

Just got word our European tour will not be happening , which is sad ,as it wouldv'e included all cities of my personal interest,however we may still do Paris in July.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, Wolfcastle motors through late night Caerdyff on his way to some stereotypes…

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Further along the street two police officers sat in their patrol car, sipping warm coffee from paper cups, watching events and waiting for the scuffle to come to a natural end. At such point, in Wolfcastle’s experience, they would finish their coffee and arrest whoever they considered would put up the least resistance – invariably the loser of such skirmishes. Wolfcastle wondered to himself why, in the meantime, the two police officers didn’t exercise their public duty to the full and arrest each other on the charge of wasting police time. He drove on, on towards the Chinese quarter.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.

In the previous episode, “In no time at all Land mines were springing down all over the place” -- a description of the Land Mine industry in Cymru.

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Wolfcastle drove back into the city. Once more on familiar ground after his excursion out to his old friend’s country house. There was something therapeutic about driving in the city late at night. It wasn’t yet late enough for the streets to be empty, the last dregs of drunken revelers were still staggering around looking for a fight, a place to be sick, a fast food joint or a taxi (or a combination of those things). A few late night studiers were also out making use of the 24 hour university library facility. There was some traffic too. As ever, there were waves of taxi’s rushing back into the centre to make one more pick up before calling it a night. The taxis were not alone, ambulances and police cars were dashing to or from the latest ‘incident’ and the ever present soil trucks were also present.

For earlier Chapters and an explanation of this dreadful story, see blog: The Cardiff Grandma. WARNING: This novel contains fake Welsh.
In the previous episode, Sunny Quito seems familiar to The Librarian; a news team barges into the CIA.

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It all made perfect sense. Wales had a long and noble mining tradition. While building up the economy they would be cementing national pride at the same time. Just below all the grass and trees that still covered large parts of the countryside – especially the rural areas where the countryside was particularly prevalent – was a vast, and so far untapped resource: Soil.