Ah! Ghent = gwynt = wind. Well, that makes sense then!

A few years ago a bunch of Welsh speakers agreed to meet up after work in a pub near Westminster - they all worked in government circles. One of them - an MP as it happens - showed up late and stopped at the bar to get his drink before joining the group. He was accosted by a businessman who had a skinful and who said, "See them f*cking Welsh there babbling away? They're f*c%ing talking about ME." So the MP looks surpised and wonderfully sympathetic and replies, "Really !!!??? So, did you hear them say c%nt or f%ckin'?" "No," says the drunk. "Oh," says the MP, "then they weren't talking about you, were they?" took his drink and joined his friends. I know this is true because the story was getting garbled on the jungle telegraph so the MP in question told me the actual story himself.

Yep - the whole language is a ruse set up so us Welsh buggers can have a laugh at you English buggers. Works good, eh? Our AGM will be in Pontrhydfendigaid this year.

sian