When I did my course in Caen, we had a Breton teacher and she sang
Breton folk songs. Beautiful she was, in voice and looks. Now the
English, well, they were dead sarcastic til I pointed out that the
Bretons wanted autonomy as much as the next person. Political she was
in her song.
Sketty - that's the Gower right? My mother never had a good word for
the Gower, but then she was never artistic. Or very Welsh. Typically,
though, she held long-running feuds with her siblings, except the
dead ones. Even there, the peat smoulders still.
I got beat to fuck in Caerphilly ("the double diamond club") on my
cousins account. I ended up in a Liverpool hospital for 2 days. It
still hurts. l love Swansea and Caerdydd though.
One aspect of my love of welsh has been my desire for song in my
poetry. Can't get away from it. The words have to sing with each
other, see? Otherwise it isn't...right.
Roger
On 3/12/06, Joanna Boulter <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> The Bretons are Sioni-onions too, so you'll probably get let off.
>
> Now there's a thing. My mam said, when the Breton onion sellers used to come
> round with their bikefuls of onions, the people down Sketty used to speak
> Welsh to them, and they'd answer in whatever the Breton dialect is, and no
> misunderstanding.
>
> joanna
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