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On Thursday each week my column appears in the Euro Weekly News. My opinion is just that, an opinion. Feel free to put your oar in but in a constructive way if you please. Thanks so much. - Michael

26 September 2013 @ 21:57



I have nothing against the Welsh. After all, as man and boy, I was blissfully happy in the land of someone else’s father. However, not everyone agrees. Their most famous lyricist, Dylan Thomas once said, “Land of my Fathers? They are welcome to it.”

The Welsh comedian, Max Boyce, did not share his sentiments. Tongue in cheek he reminded the English that if an iron was run over Wales then his land would be bigger than England once the wrinkles (mountains) were ironed flat.

The Welsh sense of humour tends to be sardonic. What do you call an Englishman in the knockout stages of the world Cup? The referee.

There is delicious rivalry. What do you call a Welshman with several sheep? A pimp. Their brand of humour can be enlightening. I recall using a lane approaching a Welsh farm. The notice said, Slow! Free Range Children.

Noted for their sullen insularity the Welsh are notoriously anti-stranger. I thought it was because they thought me English. No, my son, who hails from Wrexham said; “they show dislike for me too.”

Whoever penned the lines There‘ll be a Welcome in the Hillside / There‘ll be a Welcome in the Vale, should be dragged before the courts for misrepresentation. I have asked locals in real Welsh-speaking Wales, the Lleyn Peninsular, Anglesey and Snowdonia if it is true that they do not welcome visitors. Agreeably they agree.

Venting my frustration with a friend who lives in Llangollen. “Everywhere else changes,” I said, “But not Llangollen, Corwen, Bala, and Anglesey. If one of Owain Glyndwr’s warriors were to re-visit he would not see change.” “That is music to my ears,” she told me.

A neighbour in our Welsh village hailed from Birmingham. “All I can see is bloody mountains.”

“Oh,” my mother sympathised. “Perhaps we should drill holes through them for you.”

“And what would you see,” he retorted. “More bloody mountains.”

It has been said that the Welsh are the Irish who could not swim. At the time of the first millennium, when Saxon immigrants were overrunning Shakespeare’s sceptred isle, the Britons (the Welsh to you and me) retreated towards the West. An early form of ‘white flight’, the then indigenous locals looked upon the new English as smelly heathens.

I am not sure if the enmity between the Welsh and the English is genuine or teasing. I think the latter for in truth I was very happy in Wales. They can be quirky but who isn’t. One thing I do love of theirs - two actually. Their male voice choirs that bring a lump to my throat, especially when they sing Myfanwy. And of course their flag. I could die for their flag. Cymru am byth.


NOTE: Future blogs in this section will have been recently published in the Euro Weekly News. For those who may be interested an anthology of similar articles appear in the EWN website. Click on ‘columnists’ and ‘Mike Walsh.’

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eggcup said:
27 September 2013 @ 15:21

Hi Mike. Yes, we do have the best flag in the world - I challenge anyone to find a better one. As for whether the animosity is genuine or teasing, that's a tricky one. As a person of the Welsh persuasion I was brought up to automatically slag off the English and probably the majority of Welsh people still do - supporting any side in any sport who play against the English (with the exception of the French of course - even hardened anti-English Welsh people face a dilemma when England play France). Of course we could never be as anti-English as the Scottish - they're in a different league (which they will probably take as a compliment). What both the Welsh and the Scots seem to lose sight of, however, is that if there was any inkling of us going to war, we would all suddenly be as one.

mike_walsh said:
28 September 2013 @ 07:59

Morning Egg Cup, nice response. Yes, it was of course written tongue in cheek so as not to rile anyone in this over-sensitive age. I have got to the age now where I accept without criticism the differences in national mind-sets. I just found the Welsh perfectly comfortable when in the company of their communities but wary of those who penetrated it. I have many fond memories of living there as man and boy. The positives certainly outweigh the few negatives.

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