Golgotha (Sermons from a Stampede)

This blog contains essays, thoughts and the occasional shred of memory from Welsh poet Steven Francis. As ever the opinions and ideas contained within this corner of the internet are his and are not to be taken as gospel (however much he would like it to be). How does one go from the joys of retro videogaming to the grim reality of death row and executions? Step inside this brothel of words by the Carmarthen based writer and find out. And welcome to the pains of a RetroDj....

Tuesday, 30 October 2012

The Despicaple SaVile

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Fixer of fiends Look at his face up there, mocking us from beyond the grave with those long bird-like features and hollow eyes like two b...
Saturday, 27 October 2012

The Facebook Caper

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Web advice: Never tell Facebook anything you don’t want the whole Web (and world) to know about you. Yup sage advice indeed and pretty obv...
Wednesday, 29 December 2010

Ton Dernier Acte

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When I am gone, distant from this green and woody earth remember to leave tears out of my eulogies ~ they are neither wanted or needed for I...
Sunday, 5 December 2010

Welsh. In Blood. In Spirit. In Tongue.

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I am bringing up my daughter Elwen, the same way I was brought up; speaking fluent Welsh. Everyone on my mothers side of the family were Wel...
Sunday, 21 November 2010

No Wind In The Sails

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If I were to predict the age of my demise I would place a bet on either forty two or forty three. And since I am thirty nine right now, it d...
Friday, 29 October 2010

The Wisdom Of The Clueless

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Heroin users in the county of Carmarthenshire are being encouraged to smoke the drug by a 'community partnership' (whatever that mea...
Friday, 15 October 2010

Ignorance Is Not Bliss

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British crime and the leniency of judges are highlighted yet again with the tragic case of a woman who was savagely murdered by a cruel, thu...
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I started writing in school and discovered it was the only thing that could hold my interest (apart from sex). I knew from the lump inside me that some creative channel had to be my direction. And be good or bad it is some kind of legacy.
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