James Brownsell
@jamesbrownsell.bsky.social
Journalist, editor, consultant, occasional DJ
Formerly of @the_newarab, @AlJazeera
RTs≠endorsement
brownsellj@gmail.com
PGP key: http://bit.ly/2epcjnk
Formerly of @the_newarab, @AlJazeera
RTs≠endorsement
brownsellj@gmail.com
PGP key: http://bit.ly/2epcjnk
Right. Well, this guy seems to be pretty popular. Better start somewhere - so why not at the beginning?
March 21, 2025 at 9:38 PM
Right. Well, this guy seems to be pretty popular. Better start somewhere - so why not at the beginning?
I'm sure it's a total coincidence, and not at all a glaring display of naked profiteering...
March 13, 2025 at 2:49 PM
I'm sure it's a total coincidence, and not at all a glaring display of naked profiteering...
Hello, what's this? A leaflet from a local politician - and it's not even coming up to an election! Amazing! Diolch yn fawr, @llyrgruffydd.bsky.social! I shall read your update with great interest!
March 3, 2025 at 7:52 PM
Hello, what's this? A leaflet from a local politician - and it's not even coming up to an election! Amazing! Diolch yn fawr, @llyrgruffydd.bsky.social! I shall read your update with great interest!
Steady on, old chap...
February 4, 2025 at 10:29 AM
Steady on, old chap...
It's Hedd Wyn's birthday. I mean, how's this for a line of poetry?
Ynghrog ar gangau’r helyg draw,
A gwaedd y bechgyn lond y gwynt,
A’u gwaed yn gymysg efo’r glaw.
We hung our harps in the willows again.
Ballads of boys blow on the wind,
Their blood is mingled with the rain.
Ynghrog ar gangau’r helyg draw,
A gwaedd y bechgyn lond y gwynt,
A’u gwaed yn gymysg efo’r glaw.
We hung our harps in the willows again.
Ballads of boys blow on the wind,
Their blood is mingled with the rain.
January 13, 2025 at 11:34 AM
It's Hedd Wyn's birthday. I mean, how's this for a line of poetry?
Ynghrog ar gangau’r helyg draw,
A gwaedd y bechgyn lond y gwynt,
A’u gwaed yn gymysg efo’r glaw.
We hung our harps in the willows again.
Ballads of boys blow on the wind,
Their blood is mingled with the rain.
Ynghrog ar gangau’r helyg draw,
A gwaedd y bechgyn lond y gwynt,
A’u gwaed yn gymysg efo’r glaw.
We hung our harps in the willows again.
Ballads of boys blow on the wind,
Their blood is mingled with the rain.
December 18, 2024 at 4:07 PM
Looks a bit like mine..!
December 11, 2024 at 5:30 PM
Looks a bit like mine..!
December 7, 2024 at 9:40 PM
December 6, 2024 at 11:32 PM
November 25, 2024 at 3:54 PM
November 21, 2024 at 4:01 PM
Look at how nice our house looks. Now imagine it in real life. We have no central heating and no double glazing. It's freezing. Fucking freezing. Cozy winter my arse.
November 20, 2024 at 11:54 AM
Look at how nice our house looks. Now imagine it in real life. We have no central heating and no double glazing. It's freezing. Fucking freezing. Cozy winter my arse.
I'm not the sort of person who laughs at other people's self-made misfortune.
Oh wait, yes I am.
Ha!
Oh wait, yes I am.
Ha!
November 16, 2024 at 1:33 PM
I'm not the sort of person who laughs at other people's self-made misfortune.
Oh wait, yes I am.
Ha!
Oh wait, yes I am.
Ha!
From Dafydd Iwan's brilliant 'Still singing Yma o Hyd'
November 13, 2024 at 6:10 PM
From Dafydd Iwan's brilliant 'Still singing Yma o Hyd'
I have lit a fire.
November 12, 2024 at 1:40 PM
I have lit a fire.