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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, a taste of Beer. Now back to Rhoda Crwys the Welsh student, pursued and befriended en route.
The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 50

Rhoda Crwys hurried down the road in the direction of Largest Hill. She was experiencing a single-minded determination heretofore unknown to her. At last she’d find out the 50% truth of the matter that had consumed her like a raging tuberculosis for so long. Nothing, she felt, could turn her aside. For once in her life, she was going to see something through to the end. Wild horses, couldn’t drag her away. Peppet was disgusted. He’d have to come up with another plan, he thought, the equine cadavers still smoking in his wake. The girl was plunging on, veering left out of Woodville at the twenty-four hour convenience store, barreling into an employee locking up for the night. Without so much as a ‘sorry’ Rhoda raced on, the hounds of hell on her heels. They were no match for her, she was unstoppable. Where in blazes was she headed? Peppet cursed as he slowed to reload. The second beast had taken three bullets before it had died, loath to return to its underworld kennel. Well, that wasn’t Peppet’s problem, what did he look like, the fecking Cymru SPCA?

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, everything seemed to be going well then, but was really going “Well, then…??”. Now, along with Erm the erstwhile Cornishman, we must ask: Beer? -- and encounter Short Mat Bowls.

The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 49

The search continued. The disheveled and unkempt academic may be losing his faculties but he remained single minded.

‘Beer?’ he’d enquire with increasing desperation and growing frequency as he ambled along. Most people he had encountered so far either shrugged and scurried away from the tall figure or decided that maybe what he really needed was alcohol. The latter type of people would then seek to offer alcohol in various forms – typically a quantity of warm liquid in varying shades of brown in a volume approximately equal to 568 milliliters.

Last night I headed out to the San Fernando Valley - Northridge, to be exact - to see AMP Member James Hurley's
3-man, 3-song-at-a-time house concert at Gayle's Perks (his announcement was here on AMP: http://pluginamp.com/network/node/698). What a good show! It was really a pleasure to meet James and his friends, and really a pleasure to hear the songs of a very skilled group of songwriters as well. James is getting together a tour in the UK for this fall, and would love to meet some promoters there! Know anyone?

In 3 days, I'll be in Amsterdam for a night, probably seeing AMP Members creative resources and Anthony, as well as future AMP Member Nancy P.

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 comes to, while far away an over-the-hill clairvoyant named Madame Pom de Terre... Now, a briefing on the telephone exchange exchange student exchange.
The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 48

It had seemed to be a better life, a way out of the poverty and servitude often associated with such roles as poor servant or quality controller in one of the many foreign owned embroidery factories that were becoming the only viable source of employment in the less unfashionable parts of Bangladesh. The ‘reps’ would arrive each month with suitcases full of glossy brochures and mouths full of tales about how wonderful it all was back in Cymru and how great the lives of those ‘chosing’ to attend the Welsh university would so clearly be if they did just that – chose to attend the Welsh University.

Anyone wants to read some poems I've posted some of them here: http://www.myspace.com/outernet

keep well in here

chris

Just wanted to test the blog interface so I thought I'd post an image of a bracelet I made a while back.

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, Rhoda Crwys cracks the bullshit code. Next, Wolfcastle comes to, while far away an over-the-hill clairvoyant named Madame Pom de Terre... Hey! Where the hell did she come from?
The Cardiff Grandma Chapter 47

‘I’ve always had a fear of being buried alive.’
‘Mmm, Taphephobia…do go on…’

‘That and being wrongly convicted of a crime I didn’t commit.’
‘Yes. Of course! How could you be wrongly convicted of a crime you did commit? I think you should be clear about just how unlikely such a situation is. I mean I don’t actually know of any legal system which imposes living burial as a sentence for any crime.’ ’

Dear Friends on Pluginamp,

Happy to share some great news with you!
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(1) Ljova's debut CD, VJOLA: WORLD ON FOUR STRINGS - released at last! Preview show at JOE'S PUB and CD Release party to be announced.
(2) Original film score for feature documentary THE TEAM (produced by BBC, directed by James Marsh and Basia Winograd).
(3) Collaboration with MATMOS, new release "The Rose Has Teeth in the Mouth of a Beast" on Matador Records
(4) Ljova's compositions' premiere at Carnegie Hall with Edgar Meyer Workshop, and with "In A Circle" at the Angel Orensanz Foundation
(5) Shh... More to come!

Jeff Merchant with full Band

Monday June 12

The Echo
1822 W. SUNSET BLVD. (IN ECHO PARK)
LOS ANGELES, CA 90026
opening for Languis

Free
admission
9:00 pm *SHARP!!

LIVE BAND featuring:
PROBYN GREGORY (Brian Wilson/Negro Problem) - Horns, Electric Gtr, etc.
REBECCA LYNN (WACO/Bibs) - Vocals, Viola
ADAM MARSLAND (Chaos band/Negro Problem)- Piano, Keyboards
TERESA COWLES (Chaos band, Dream School Diary) - Bass
NELSON BRAGG (Brian Wilson Band/Negro Problem) - Drums, Percussion
SANDRA BEANE - Cello
EILEEN LUCERO (Saticoy, PG-13) - Recorder

I like blueberries. I read in a magazine a long time ago that the reason that Boo-Berry cereal didn't sell well was because humans are instinctually afraid of eating blue objects. Evidently blue objects found in nature are always poisonous with the exception of the blueberry. When I eat blueberries it terrifies me to the soul and thus they are delicious.