Entertaining. Indefatigable. Bloody-minded, hard as nails (well, obviously there is an obstructed view).
When Mark Williams (pictured) won the World Snooker Championship in 2018, he stripped off for the ensuing press conference, as he had promised to do.
This year, he has promised to run naked down the M4 if he wins.
Given that he’s 51, perhaps he should borrow Andy Powell’s golf buggy instead.
But this is why Welsh rugby can and will rise above their current crisis, and hopefully with all four regions somehow surviving the mess. Welsh sides are currently Irish teams’ banana peels in the URC.
While full houses at Welsh stadia have been a rarity in recent years, Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau sung with full heart at the Millenium Stadium still manages to bring a bit of unexplained grit to the eyes of this non-Welsh person (well, full disclosure: I had a half-Welsh granny).
And, to add the icing to the cake, the Welsh don’t vote for Tories. Hopefully they won’t vote for the even more repulsive Reform in May either.
Ovally Balls 
Speaking of the Welsh, I need to get around to watching this
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Oh, that does look interesting. But it requires a time investment!
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Mark Williams has just won his first round against a very good young Polish bloke by 10-4, despite not playing very well.
See, Welsh grit.
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Also, ‘old age and treachery will always defeat youth and skill’.
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Thanks for the new blog, Thauma! In South Africa, the Welsh have always been seen as the hardest bastards in the British Isles when it comes to rugby. A grudging admiration of the coal miners and steel workers (back when Wales had those professions) who could not only pitch up and play a helluva game, but could sing about it too.
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