I think it's pretty well-known that I love me some Welsh language, so criticizing any effort to get people to speak it feels a bit traitorous to me. But a sponge has got to be the most half-assed mascot ever. It makes you think that there is someone at the Welsh Language Board who was assigned to think up a new campaign and put it off until the last minute.
"What have you got for us?"
"Well, erm... shit... car keys. No, wait. A chair. Uh, the floor."
"Did I say floor? I mean sponge. Yes, a sponge."
I found the link via Dafydd, who has named the sponge Sioni and suggests that it may become the stuff of Internet legend.
My coworker returned from London today. It was his first time there, and this was his assessment: "It was really cool. It was a lot like Atlanta."
His biggest complaint was that restaurants put lemons in the glass when serving cola.
"I sent those back," he told me.
"Ah. Well, then you probably got a chance to taste British urine," I said.
According to this tool, I don't look like any celebrities. None at all. That's depressing.
My Wikipedia article has been deleted. That's also depressing. I am unrecognizable and non-notable. Woe is me. Woe.
Up until 50 years ago, in Britain "heroin was legal and widely prescribed for common ailments such as coughs, colds and diarrhoea, as well as a pain killer."
I learned today that Cardiff has a sizeable Somali population, with its roots extending back to the 1880s. Coincidentally, the Twin Cities area has the second largest Somali population in the United States. The best part about this article is that I now know where I can find Somali food in Cardiff.