Hunky Welsh icon Adam Price has mentioned the "I" word. Plaid are openly calling for more I's. Even leading conservatives think having I is a kweel, great idea. As for me, well I (excuse the pun) am all for it. I is of course, INSULATION.

We dragons are at risk of being infected by bTB- big Thick Britishness. And it's deadly. Above this blogg is a picture of a do-gooder trying to protest that Welsh people infected with TB- thick Britishness- should be allowed to live. I disagree. As a dragon who relies heavily on flying across the Marches to Chester and eating English Virgins ( they're a rarity), I come into contact regularly with vermin ( no I don't mean the Saxons) and therefore must be extra sure not be infected with bTB. Those of us on the correct side of Offa's Dyke know how dangerous Thick Britishness can be. An epidemic of an early strain of bTB, SAI (Stupid Anglo-Saxon Idiots) spread throughout the civilised world from the 1150's onwards, starting in Rhudland and infecting at it's height a Third of the World's landmass.

School children were warned by maps coloured in pink to avoid these areas or loose their Celtic identity for ever. Luckily, Dragons and those genetically related to dragons , bravely launched an anti-viral counter offensive so that Thick Britishness is now only found in England and the US of A. (Oh, and the Shankill Road). But this virus continues to try and spread, especially in Afghanistan and Iraq.

We must be united against this disease. The bacteria which causes it, known as HAG QUEEN 328, is found in old buildings and instiutions like St James Palace and the House of Lords. it took a while but we banned foxhunting and know we must all work together to finally rid ourselves of this plague. We have to take strong and effective action. As Lenin said "To make some pie and chips you must crack an egg (or something cookery-ish to that effect).

I would also like to thank all those who have written to me stating how marvellous it is to see a real dragon on the political scene in Cymru. There's only so much you can take of Jonathan Edwards isn't there girls? Of course, this popularity will never go to my head, though I have changed my email to [email protected] I've msg Dai on the Welsh Republican Bulletin Board that he can simply call me Sir Fluffy; he won't comply. These Quakers are complete trouble makers, loudly going about the place in silence every Sunday.

Well that's it for another day. The young dragons need a bedtime story. It ended last night with Ifor Bach caaling ino the Goat major for a pint before breaking into Cardiff castle. The kids are on tenerhooks. In my day, all we had to excite us was Swap Shop. I really must fly- Mrs Fluffy Dragon wants some nuptuals- she loves the way I flex my musculr tail up and down. I might be an ancinet dragon, but just like Cymru, I still got what it takes..... fe godwn ni eto! WE shall rise again!