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T he Noah's Ark Appeal is delighted to announce that Dame Shirley Bassey has donated one of her gowns for auction at a gala dinner on Friday 8th April at the Copthorne Hotel, Cardiff.

The gown will also be open to sealed bids registered to the charity by midnight of 6th April by those who cannot attend the event. To download bid info click HERE to be taken to Noah Ark's page and article.

The gown was worn by Dame Shirley at the 2008 Pride of Britain Awards and comes accompanied with an autographed picture of the Diva wearing the gown. (pictured)

Always a strong supporter of The Noah's Ark Appeal, Dame Shirley Bassey became Patron of the charity in 2008. It is not the first time the charity have benefitted from her generousity and fantastic wardrobe collection, in 2003, she famously auctioned 50 of her gowns at Christies to celebrate her 50 years in show business. The Noah's Ark Appeal was chosen as one of the charities to benefit from the auction and was presented with 125,000 to go towards the now complete Phase One of The Children's Hospital for Wales.

In 2004, The Noah's Ark Appeal held the 'Diamonds are Forever' Ball in Dame Shirley Bassey's honour, the Patron shocked everyone by spontaneously auctioning the dress she was wearing that evening for the chraities profit.

The gown will be auctioned at The Noah's Ark Appeal's forthcoming charity dinner. The event hosted by the Copthorne Hotel is set to be a fantastic night out with The Noah's Ark Appeal special guest Matthew Rhys, a three course meal, the Copthorne's famous theatre group, disco and prize packed auction.

To attend this spectacular Copthorne Hotel event, bid in the auction and show your support for The Noah's Ark Appeal call the Copthorne Hotel on 02920 599100. Tables of ten are priced at 450 whilst individual tickets can be purchased at 45.

If you are unable to attend the event The Noah's Ark Appeal are opening the auction of the dress to the General public. You can your bid by form below.

Once you have downloaded the form please fill in and send to dameshirleydress@noahs-ark-appeal.org . Sealed bids must be in by midnight of 6th April to ensure entry into the auction.

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The Splott Division: Superheroes on YouTube


By mona everett, 2011-03-21

How the heck did I not know about this? I have a friend in Splott; I've slept in Splott! Anyway, there is a link to the first episode at the beginning of the second episode. The first episode mostly introduces the characters; the second episode is an actual case, albeit with a slightly anti-Welsh slant. I'll be interested in seeing the next installment. Here is a link to all the videos: CLICK HERE.

The Splott Division, a film series following three unlikely superheroes who warden the district of Splott , is set to become an internet smash later this month.

The trailer , which first appeared on YouTube last December, has already notched up nearly 2000 hits for independent start-up Trusty Sidekick Productions.

Directed by BAFTA Cymru award winner David Evans, the quirky web series follows three characters Aiden The Hearing Aid (Tim Howard), Jack The Iceberg (Jonathan Ash), and Mia Superosmia (Hanna Jarman) coming to terms with redundancies in Splott following cuts to the Superhero League Council.

Producer Jonathan Ash, a from the Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama, says the group developed the idea following the announcement the UK Film Council was to be axed.

The cuts inspired us to create a comedy series following superheroes in domestic situations going through the same problems and financial struggles that we are facing , he says.

The Splott Division comprises three four-and-a-half-minute webisodes which will be showcased on YouTube in monthly instalments between February and April.

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Factoid


By mona everett, 2011-03-21

Just interesting to see the Welsh connection--I hadn't heard about it before. (The Welsh angle.)

Bradley Manning, who attended secondary school in Pembrokeshire , faces scores of charges over the documents handed to the Wikileaks website .

More on this story from:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-12795170

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‘Talking fires’ link iron age hillforts


By mona everett, 2011-03-21

Oh, how I wanted to title this, "Scores of Welsh Volunteers Flash Each Other!" LOL!

A TEST to show how people in the Iron Age communicated using Welsh peaks was yesterday hailed a success.

Scores of volunteers flashed torches to each other from 10 hillforts in North Wales, the Wirral and Cheshire. The furthest link spanned 15 miles, between hills at Burton Point on the Wirral and Cheshires Maiden Castle.

The experiment was designed to see how easily Iron Age communities could interact from their hilltop homes thousands of years ago.

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THE 1st Battalion Welsh Guards has won the Army Premiership rugby trophy for the first time in almost three decades.

The regiment scooped by beating 2 Royal Welsh in Aldershot with a 28-9 victory against their rivals.

It is the first time the regiment has been crowned Army Rugby Champions since 1982.

The Guards have competed in the last three finals but were always the losing side.

Major Alun Bowen said: We lost narrowly to 1 Royal Scots in 2009 and also suffered a narrow loss to 2 Royal Welsh in 2010.

This win has been a long time coming and saw us take revenge for last year.

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A Sunday morning in bed is a beautiful thing. Its on Sunday mornings that Im most grateful that we went down the three cats, 1 dog and an indiscriminate amount as fish route as opposed to the lets have a baby one. For now anyway. This means that I have no stress on a Sunday, and am able to enjoy my day without distraction and be free from responsibility. Usually, anyway. This Sunday Im tamping, because of the mole.
I expected husband to be furious, instead, he was amused.
That moles getting shoddy, werent even proper mole hills he commented over breakfast.
I feigned disinterest and went in the bath.
We spent the rest of the day with my Grandparents. We went to a car-boot sale, had lunch and walked by the sea. Refreshed and calmed by the salty air I was a perfect Wife throughout; attentive, caring and affectionate.
In the evening, we talked, looked at old photos and shared a bottle of wine. We went to upstairs happy, and for once, I didnt subject Husband to a gruelling ritual of embarrassment in exchange for access to the bed. He kissed me good-bye this morning and told me that he loves me.
Monday 21th March, 2011
Dear Mr ######,
First let me introduce myself, I am a local mole, whos been providing subterranean ventilation for lawns in the area for a number of years. I pride myself on my work, and have been instrumental in such local projects as Grass Verge by Canal and Green number 1 at South West Wales Garden Bowls Emproium. I am proud of my work, have a strong family history in the field and have a proven record with my clients.
That is why this letter is so difficult for me to write.
Lately, I have been overloaded with contracts and as such have become shoddy with my work. Where I used to dig complex tunnels and truly ventilate gardens, the recession has meant downsizing my workforce, and I resorted to fraudulent mole hills to meet demands.
Im ashamed of my behaviour and am contacting my clients in the hope that they will understand that I was driven to this by the pressures associated with a wife and 38 children under the age of one.
In an effort to make amends and re-establish myself as the diligent lawn ventilation specialist you've come to respect, I have taken the liberty of digging a large hole in the centre of your lawn. I hope this goes some way towards rekindling the professional relationship I jeopardised.
Yours Sincerely,
Gary.
Ive sent this letter via courier to Husbands place of work. He should receive it within the hour. I'm not digging the hole myself, I have paid a Handy Man to do it, I'm going to paint my nails.
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English and Welsh are races apart


By mona everett, 2011-03-20

Not exactly in response to Swansea Jack's query about Christian Bale, but an offshoot.

The map of England and Wales is reflected in the genes
Gene scientists claim to have found proof that the Welsh are the "true" Britons.

The research supports the idea that Celtic Britain underwent a form of ethnic cleansing by Anglo-Saxons invaders following the Roman withdrawal in the fifth century.

Genetic tests BBC
Genetic tests show clear differences between the Welsh and English

It suggests that between 50% and 100% of the indigenous population of what was to become England was wiped out, with Offa's Dyke acting as a "genetic barrier" protecting those on the Welsh side.

And the upheaval can be traced to this day through genetic differences between the English and the Welsh.

Read the rest HERE.

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Bad weekend


By George William Evans, 2011-03-20

Well, another lost weekend for my teams. Wales lost to France and Cardiff FC let still another one slip away at the end. At least they got a draw out of it. Cardiff looks headed to another playoff and not automatic promotion.

I was gutted by the Wales rugby loss. They say we have some of the best players in the game...when oh when are we going to put it all together?

Glad Scarlets were idle this week as they probably would have gone down the tube as well.

On an even sadder note, I watched the final episode for the season of "Jonathan" yesterday. Rats..love that S4C show.

Anyone looking for a good read would do well to get a copy of "Half Time." the autobiography of Welsh rugby ref Nigel Owens. It's a quick and enjoyable book.

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Had a lovely lie in this morning and Husband brought me tea in bed. I love Saturdays. Im in a great mood- despite the fact that hes unwilling to break, I love having him home with me and like nothing more than spending time with him. Husband, miraculously, says he feels the same.
Im in annoying over-drive today and have spent nearly an hour making noises that irritate him. My favourites to dates are baby crying and the ever popular
Noingnoingnoingnoingnoingnoingnoingnoingnoing.
Husband as usual is in unshakable mode.

Thats a nice song, did you write it?
Yeah I did actually, I wrote it for you because I love you so much. I also wrote Candle in the
Windregardless of what Elton John says. I sent it to him anonymously because I didnt want to be famous, you know, cause Im shy and stuff.

Youre very clever wife, what did I do to deserve someone like you?


Something really good probably, like winning a Peace prize or inventing Xbox.

About two weeks after we moved into this house we woke to find our lush green lawn had erupted in muddy earth explosions. Husband assured me that no, this wasnt the work of Al-Qaeda, and that it was more likely we had a mole than a terrorist cell operating in the garden. I remained unconvinced until Husband became obsessed with the creature and woke me at 4am every day to join him on a reconnaissance mission. For nearly a week we were up at stupid oclock being still and quiet waiting for the mole to show its furry face. On the seventh day, I was forced to admit that the culprit did look more like a mole than Osama Bin Laden, however, I stand firm, the similarity is uncanny.
Husband was dismissive of my suggestions to phone the Army and opted instead for a more home-guard approach. While I was looking in the yellow-pages for the boss of the Paratroopers, Husband was ordering a humane mole trap from Amazon. Surprisingly, the mole trap arrived before Regimental HQ in Hampshire returned my call.
This was nearly a month ago, and the mole has long since moved on, Husband assures me that he was not harmed and simply wanted a change of scenery. I'm pleased that I dont have to get up and stare at grass at 4am anymore.
Since this little blip, Husband has been painstakingly planting grass seed and manicuring the green, green grass of home. Hes nursed the battlefield back to health and healed the scars it once bore. Im so proud of him.
I was up at four this morning. Like a Paratrooper on leave creeping out of an ugly birds bedroom, I stealthily went to the garden. Silently I moulded compost into mole-hill shaped mounds and deposited them onto the lawn. The mole managed to break husband, and Im not being beaten by a fucking rodent.
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Better late than never, Dewi and I drove to Chicago for a lively night of hwyl with friends in the Tafia and music by David Llewellyn, et al.

Dewi rests a bit when we hit the hotel--has to save his strength for the party!

Dewi is a hungry draig and this looks just about right. YUM! Note bottle of Moosehead.

Dewi purchased large quantities of raffle tickets--note shot glass of Penderyn. Later Dewi won an embarrassment of riches in the raffle. :)

Dewi has apple cobbler for dessert. Note empty beer glass.

No worries. Dewi never drinks and drives--we got a ride back to our hotel. :)

Until next year...Dewi says, "Diolch i Chicago Tafia!"

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