‘Something to tease, something to please, something to test, something …..’

Simply a beautifully conceived and executed project that will illuminate and engage. These blokes planned, executed and recorded the whole thing themselves, delivering a compelling, engaging and stirring take on the science of the solar system. Does anyone think a similar project with the same goals would be achieved by the people who currently influence our education system?  Enjoy.

From our very own Welsh correspondent.

Richard Emmanuel Jones

Bonfire night in Llanfihangel-y-Creuddun

Good evening my dear camp followers. Many people ask me ‘Richard, what is bonfire night like in Llanfihangel-y-Creuddun?’ I then answer. Unless I’m too busy or need to concentrate on something else that is. Perhaps I might be driving along a particularly bendy bit of the A4170, say that bit passing the rock that bepainted enseeches:- ‘Cofiwch Dryweryn’, and I am distracted by a frantic effort to cofio what happened in Dryweryn. Perhaps a goose has strayed into my garden and I must rush to defend my slugs. There could be all sorts of reasons not to answer. But if I were indeed to answer I would say something like this:- It’s the same as bonfire night everywhere else, but a bit wetter.

For the benefit of any foreign transponders, bonfire night encelebrates the failed exploding of London’s parliament in 1605. Owain Glyndwr’s Welsh parliament in Machynlleth of 1404 was largely unaffected. The incompetent Guy Fawkes – who couldn’t torch a Snowdonia holiday home off-season to save his life – was hanged, drawn and quartered and given a severe telling off he wouldn’t forget in a hurry. Four centuries later and we reenact this punishment by setting fire to him. Not literally, no! – he’s suffered enough. Instead a life-like cereal packet with a pen-drawn face atop some pallets from behind the back of E.T.James & Sons Ltd.

It could be said, with little to no danger of a successful charge of deceitfulness being brought to provition, that bonfire night’s biggest fan – of it’s Llanfihangel-y-Creuddun fanners – is Hywel Edwards the taxi. And he’s here with me now, or yesterday if you are receiving tomorrow’s repeat seedcast:-

REJ:- Hywel! How are you? Nice of you to drop in! Would you like a cwpaned o te?

HEthetaxi:- Lovely! Have one yourself!

REJ:- Thanks, I’ll put one behind the bar. Now then Hywel, sense now! How is it that a big grown-up and muscular man like yourself is happening to be manifestualised as Llanfihangel-y-Creuddun’s biggest bonfire night fan and enthusiastic isn’t it?

HEthetaxi:- Wel Duw Richard! It’s the taxi isn’t it? Arian in the sky-rocket!

REJ:- I’m sorry?

HEthetaxi:- The plant bach! They go up like torches the little ones – and someone has to take them to the hospital. The ambulance parks in the layby at Rhayader isn’t it?

REJ:- I believe so

HEthetaxi:- Now you can either be extinguished in Aberystwyth or Hereford. But that’s a long walk when you’re on fire –

REJ:- 40 miles…..either way.



Paul Resika (American, b. 1928): Provincetown Pier (Blue), 1988 . Oil on canvas, 44 x 61-3/4 inches. © Paul Resika. © This artwork may be protected by copyright. It is posted on the site in accordance with fair use principles.


It’s always nice to read the top-notch investigative journalism in ‘Private Eye’ and we were struck recently about the details that have come to light about Rona Fairhead of the BBC. You might think that unreported deals done for a Manhattan apartment worth nearly $4m would be of interest to the BBC news department but plainly they are too busy putting the finishing touches to their spin on anything Corbyn related.

Go and read the latest news about this story here;





I promised myself I’d avoid the lame habit of ‘Tweet of the Week’ but here is one that is too good to miss;


HEthetaxi:- And Jim the gutter will be in the ambulance having his stomach pumped –

REJ:- If it’s after nine, yes –

HEthetaxi:- 8:30 on bonfire night, Richard, 8:30 tops.

REJ:- He’s a one isn’t he?! Remember that time with the monks and the mead –

HEthetaxi:- Broke a few –

REJ:- vows that night! hahaha!

HEthetaxi:- hahaha! yes so the littluns has to go to the quacks in the old taxi isn’t it? Fifty quid a pop! Makes it all worthwhile. I calls myself ‘The Fourth emergency service’.

Some things are just not possible to imagine without causing nightmares; I’ve always found germs to be particularly worrying. You can imagine my ‘delight’ at stumbling across this item. Serves me right for reading science pages.




Claude Monet (French, Impressionism, 1840-1926): Path at Pourville, 1882. Oil on canvas. Private Collection.



We live in a wonderful age. At the link below is a live, real-time video feed from the International Space Station in orbit above the earth showing what it is looking down upon. ON that page is also shown a real-time tracker of where the I.S.S. is in relation to the surface.



REJ:- That’s the coastguard –

HEthetaxi:- Well you go with the bloody coastguard then you dull –

REJ:- I could go with the coastguard –

HEthetaxi:- How the fuck could you go with the coastguard you –

REJ:- I could. I could get my dinghy out of the garage, go down the park – not the one with the slide – river’s a bit choppy there –

HEthetaxi:- Ok. Never mind. Here’s some sparklers for the boy. And some rockets. And a box of lighter fluid. And –

REJ:- Well that’s a nice note to end on! You’re always so generous to the kids Hywel –

HEthetaxi:- Well they’s the future aren’t they Richard? I loves kids I do. £40 more if they’re sick in the car isn’t it?

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