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YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE WELSH

Anyone seeking a mind-bending alternative to the Sunday papers should check out this blog. The draft Kafkaesque novel Anti-Danube is set to become a post-hope classic. I think it's probably written in English, but it could well be Welsh...
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Anonymous said…
Well, if Kafka had been a Welshman, he wouldn't have written his novels in German, would he now ... boyo.

In fact, he probably wouldn't have made it out of Swansea (or Cardiff), and might have got engaged to a sheep - which could have led to even more bizarre books, I s'pose!
7 October 2007 at 13:16
M C Ward said…
I can't argue with a word of that.
7 October 2007 at 18:45
No Good Boyo said…
Son, if Kafka had been a Welsh he wouldn't have written novels, he'd have written it all in hymns. Metamorphosis would have been about cockles, Josef K wouldn't have turned up for the hearing and The Castle would have been The Social. If he'd been born in Swansea he certainly wouldn't have made it out of the Swansea Triangle - The Magistrates' Court, the prison and the Swansea Jack public house. Hwyl!
7 October 2007 at 19:45
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