Rescuing teddy bears from wind turbines

This video I made a while ago, I don't think I have posted it here before. The story behind this was that my mate bought a new camera and he wanted to test it out, so he gave me a ring and asked me where we can go I suggested we go up to the newly built wind turbines, so I grabbed a bag full of teddy bears and garden gnomes for props and me my mate and my son headed up to the wind turbines.

We had no idea what we were going to do, my mate wanted to test all the funky things on his camera and wanted to do arty stuff and clever shots and I just wanted to run around with teddy bears.

When we finished I put it all on the computer and It ended up like this.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cl2P0uNldi8

As you Welsh say 'That's tidy'

Thanks Teddy. As you say in England that is spiffing old chap

I'm not English I'm a Scouser you rock selling, castle squatting, coal digging, choir singing,cottage burning Welsh Barsteward!

Quote: Teddy Paddalack @ 11th November 2013, 7:37 PM GMT

I'm not English I'm a Scouser you rock selling, castle squatting, coal digging, choir singing,cottage burning Welsh Bastard!

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You are over the bridge and anybody over the bridge to us is English, oh and You forgot sheep shagging

I never touch on the obvious. it's too much of a soft option.

I thought that was it to easy and to obvious, it goes without saying everybody knows we are partial to the odd sheep or two after a night out.

Castle squatting was good and cottage burning

If you have your camera tomorrow get down to the Meani Bridge as I have just bought a big f**k off box, full of fireworks. I got them cheap off a shoplifting smackhead who was so smacked out of his head missed Bonfire Night.

Anyway to cut to the chase I intend to restore Anglesys Island status by blowing that bridge to f**king bits and I have organised a fleet of transit vans with no MOT's and driven by the infamous Ukrainian twins Avitoff & Sellitoff so there won't be a piece of metal left.

The explosion will take place at 2pm English time or what you lazy bastards call breakfast.

I predict that the explosion will make the 'Bridge Over The River Kwai' look like a f**king Vietcong version of the Tweenies.

So if you have relatives on Yns Mon send them a goatgram and have them camp at the other end of the Island till the dust settles then they can crawl into the rubble and throw a claim in against Standard Fireworks, which is what all the other bastards will be doing!

That sounds like fun I will round the relatives up, we could make a day of it and have a picnic on the river bank and sing Max Boyce songs.

That's not a good idea to be honest, you do know it's legal to shoot the Welsh with bows don't you?

I as a Scouser always carry a bow when in the 'Cunny' (Countryside)and the chance of bagging a few Boyce Belting Blodwyns would come as second nature.

So if you're there fair play and if you start singing you're fair game, simple as!

So it's your choice you can keep stum and carry on eking out an existence in that paltry Principality.

Or you can start issuing a f**king welcome in the hillside and if you do your next appearance on film will be as a Zombie with an arrow through its neck in a Strongbow advert (You'll get the job through the lack of make up needed)

It sounds like fun to me and we do like a good sing song, and if I can get a video out of it even better, I think I might even see if Ruth Madoc is available to greet you all.

For me the image of putting an arrow through Ruth Madoc's neck is almost sexual.

You will never get close enough she is a national treasure and is always surrounded by 15 Welshmen and lately I heard she has borrowed one of them dragons from Game of Thrones.

What about Friday Afternoons?

The Owain Glyndower Gay Bar offers two for one cocktails and it's f**king ramped with punters.

The whore Madoc would be on her own and no matter where she hides she'll hum, you all hum and apart from a fantastic bow arm, I have very sharp ears. (They actually cut through all my hats it's a f**king nightmare)

I remember one foggy night me and the lads were out poaching when I heard a definite lilt! It was two Welsh Hikers that must have been lost in the fog, anyway they took to ground and hid once they heard Scousers.

But as soon as I whistled a few bars of Cwm Rhonnda they started humming and despite the fog I was able to get the brace with two shots from fifty yards, heady days indeed.

Friday afternoon is perfect, most of us finish early on a friday usually to go to the Owain Glyndwr gay bar, before heading up to the hills for a bit of ewe know what.

And I have heard that story before about the two welsh hikers being shot by some scousers, it is an urban myth, any welshman worth his bag of coal would be able to tell the difference between a scouse whistle and a welsh whistle.