Robert,
One can choose (within one's limitations) one's own style of writing. But I do believe that when we become the audience it is more rewarding to walk in the shoes of others. Of course we have likes and dislikes.
Perhaps my John Thomas joke was too English to travel? If I'd called him Dick?
I know the malice and the wit of the Welsh. I spent a fair bit of time in Wales and I never heard two Welshmen agree.
Here is another Welsh Thomas having a good crack at the land of my birth:
Farewell to New Zealand
Wynford Vaughan Thomas
Super-suburbia of the Southern Seas,
Nature's - and Reason's - true Antipodes,
Hail, dauntless pioneers, intrepid souls,
Who cleared the Bush - to make a lawn for bowls,
And smashed the noble Maori to ensure
The second-rate were socially secure!
Saved by the Wowsers from the Devil's Tricks,
Your shops, your pubs, your minds all close at six.
Your battle-cry's a deep, contented snore,
You voted Labour, then you worked no more.
The Wharfies' Heaven, the gourmet's Purgat'ry:
Ice-cream on mutton, swilled around in tea!
A Maori fisherman, the legends say,
Dredged up New Zealand in a single day.
I've seen the catch, and here's my parting crack -
It's undersized; for God's sake throw it back!
[This message has been edited by Janet Kenny (edited June 14, 2004).]
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