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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.

Our readership is expanding. We have subscribers and sponsors from Minnesota, Maryland, Virginia, Washington, D.C., North Carolina, Georgia, Florida, Arizona, Nevada, California, New York, Maine, Hawaii, and even abroad in England and Switzerland! Soon, we’ll be launching in New Zealand. We are happy to announce a new chapter opening up in Boston thanks to encouragement and support from Uncle Scam and Lindakentartist. How’s that for popularity?

It’s been a hard-going, tumultuous time for this small-time serial magazine. Lack of funds, mounting debt, forced relocation have all tried to take their toll on the endeavor, but determination will out! The unemployed, struggling writers and artists who contribute to this effort will not be deterred. Granted, most of the contributed work has been mine; however, others’ offers have been slowly trickling in through the Ethernet. I sincerely hope and pray for a gusher of submissions one day. Then we’ll see this vehicle really fly!

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 cherrylipped callgirl and Ddwwchllyff discover a mutual acquaintance in Sunny Quito. It is confirmed that the Revolving window© works “at night too…and in fog!”

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“I’ll see if I can find that for you – you put it on reserve, correct? And what’s your name again?”

“Sunny Quito”

“Alright. Here it is. ‘How to sue yourself for plagiarism – a macrophilological approach to lepus-cerebral ideations’ Kent, 2004. This is in big demand, there’s a waiting list.”

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, Constable Painting patrols the CIA with his dog sniffer dog as Erm interrogates a barmaid. Red leather shoes (Italian, size 9) are worn. We return now to Dddwwchlyff and the call girl…

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When Ddwwchllyff made his half-hearted attempt at small talk to cover his unease at becoming poorly drawn by asking if microchip technology was incredible, Miss Cassleberry wasn’t quite sure what he was getting at but decided it would be best to play dumb. She smiled broadly and sweetly. “Umm”. Though sketchy, he was still awfully close to the chest. She rose from the desk – the desk in the library not the desk in the room with the grand piano where the Hamilton’®s gin and tonic was kept. “My, I think I’ll stroll into the next room and see if there’s still fog outside that window after all these days.”

PHARMACY presents: SNAKEPIT BREAKDOWN
@ The Mountain
THURSDAY MARCH 16, 8:00

Short Plays by:

Wesley Walker
Sharon Yablon
Kevin O’Sullivan

"Angelus"
written & directed by Kevin O’Sullivan
with: Andy Hopper & Scott Vance

"The Bonaventure"
written & directed by Sharon Yablon
with: Ryan Cutrona, Kim Debus & Mary Greening

"Spigot"
written & directed by Wesley Walker
with: Chris Kelly, Rachel Whitman & Jacqueline Wright

"El Matador Beach"
written & directed by Sharon Yablon
with: Tom Waldman & Gene Butler

"Snakes and Ladders"
written & directed by Kevin O’Sullivan

A profile of me written by Susan Rowland appears in the current BAC News. For those you not on the Brooklyn Arts Council’s mailing list, you can see a copy of the piece on their website:
www.brooklynartscouncil.org/upload/winter2006.pdf
(Scroll down to page 7, Artist Profile, right hand side)

I continue to have work (a painting and most of a shelf for artist’s books and catalogues) in the year long exhibition Travel at Proteus Gowanus in Brooklyn. If you are in New York and haven’t checked out this unique arts space yet, I’d advise you to take advantage of the ongoing events.
www.proteusgowanus.com

...and unemployment is sheer enjoyment, until the bills come due.

So, here I am at the rather ripe age of 49, abandoning all fiscal responsibility and social viability as a hard-working career-minded woman for the sake of art. What? Am I out of my imagination-riddled skull?

Fourteen months ago, I cast the wage-slaving life away to follow my dream of writing and publishing. Surprisingly enough, I have gotten a small literary magazine off the ground. It's called, "Adventures for the Average Woman," and it is garnering a fairly decent following. The question is, can I keep it airborne without funds to fuel it? By some miracle, the project has been staying aloft for five months.

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 that the powers that be in newly-independent Wales (Cymru) have hatched an economic plan based on – land mines. Erm is still at the CIA (Cardiff International Airport)...

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At the far end of the bar that now contained Professor Erm, a heavily armed police officer was out patrolling with his sniffer dog. The police officer, Constable Painting, was attached to the Dog Detection Department. The dog, Pancho, was attached to Constable Painting via a long lead. Dog smuggling wasn’t really a major problem in Wales anymore. It had been a major problem until recent times. Year on year the figures would rise, more and more dogs were being brought into the country illegally. The influx of cheap foreign dogs was threatening to flood the market and wash away all trace of the traditional Corgi and Pembrokeshire breeds long favoured by the farmers in Wales.