Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Sunday, 30 December 2012
Tongues of fire from a Welsh dragon
Every now and then, the front page of our local rag, 'The Bath Chronicle', is a real gem. This week it was about a man who had a stroke, then woke up to find that he could speak fluent Welsh.
In the past when I have heard about this phenomena, the stroke-victim has spoken with a strong accent - like the man who suddenly became Italian overnight - but cannot speak the actual language. This man seems to have somehow acquired enough Welsh to be able to hold conversations with real Welsh people - something that many people who were born in Wales cannot do.
Luckily, he can still speak English, so he does not have to move to the Valleys to express himself.
In other news...
Last night I started to watch a DVD box set of a TV comedy show which is popular right now, called 'Nighty Night'. It is wall to wall bad taste, but it's prime interest for me is that is written by and stars a comedian called Julia Davis.
Julia used to be a barmaid in my local, and I remember her going off to do the Edinburgh Fringe when she started out in showbiz. Looks like she's made it. She is not the only one of our barmaids to have her own TV show - Tooni Mahto does that underwater documentary series about oceans, and the last time I saw her (she now lives in Australia, but her parents still live in Bath) she was shooting another series, but this time in the cold and murky waters off the British coast. When she left our pub, she went off to do a course in Marine Biology. I don't know how she broke into TV, but she is pretty good at it, and looks nice too, which is a bonus.
So I sit in the pub with an empty glass before me, waiting for the next generation of media stars to notice me as I try to order another pint...