Today I trawled around Aberystwyth with posters and flyers for the the Reclaim the Power camp, from the Crimson Rhino to Ultracomida by way of Maeth y Meysydd and all noticeboard ports in between. There must be someone younger in a population of twenty thousand plus who gives a footsore f@*ck about the climate?
I am he as you are he as you are me, and we are all together
What's going on?
A story, essay, lyric or rhyme with no reason almost every day...