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Lots of stuff including Art

Lots of stuff including Art
Newport lad from Crindau, and Ceredigion resident for 27 years: former firefighter Roger Bennett

12 November 2008

My Followers

I must take the opportunity to say hi to my two followers: (1) Cymraes, and (2) PapJeff. It's really nice to know that someone is returning to read the Blog updates and that you have been following the Blog for a while. i Cymraes, rydwy'n gobiethio eich bod chi'n mwynhau y darllen. For those that do not read/write/speak our native language this short message was about enjoying the read. And to PapJeff, akwaaba, na wo ho te sen? which should mean, welcome and how are you. If it doesn't, then please Facebook me ASAP so I can change the message!

Activity

It is interesting to note that the Blog site activity has not diminished even though my time is taken up travelling to and from Carmarthen and it is difficult to find time to write up the Blog. Birmingham and London head the City list with Newport propping up the bottom of the League Table. That's Newport Gwent, so nothing new there then. The only professional football game I have ever watched was between Newport and a long ago forgotten opposition. I can't remember the score, but I do remember that there was a lot of kicking the ball high into the air for everyone to chase after. The players that is, and not us in the Stands. Intersting in that the 'Stands' became the 'Chairs' but never became known as the Chairs. A strange thing language. Many, many years after the Newport game, I became a football referee and even made promotion from a Class 'C' to that of Class 'B'. Verbal abuse, caused me to give up being a referee. A sensible decision in that verbal abuse eventually escalates into physical abuse and I am not a violent man. Indeed, the Ghanaian's that I met in Accra are more akin to my kind of people. Gentle, friendly and quiet. I wonder if their footy team is any good? But with all the activity of the daily grind in Accra Central and the sprawling market with their traders frantically going about their business, I suspect there is no time for football. It must all be about making a living and providing for your family. So, good values there then!
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