On this most Welsh of days, when daffodils bloom, dragons stir, and even the leeks stand tall with pride. We raise a toast (of water, if we’re being strangely saintly) to Dewi Sant, our patron of piety, poetry, and peculiar diets.

Born in the 6th century on a stormy Pembrokeshire clifftop (because of course he was), St David lived a life so austere he made monks look like party animals. He preached, he prayed, he founded monasteries, and he famously lived on leeks and water. No beer. No meat. No nonsense (AKA Insanity). Just spiritual grit and a dove on his shoulder.

Legend says that when he spoke at Llanddewi Brefi, the ground itself rose beneath him so all could hear, proving that even the earth couldn’t resist a good Welsh sermon.

His final words? “Gwnewch y pethau bychain” or “Do the little things”.
A reminder that greatness often begins with small acts, quiet kindness, and the occasional leek.

So today, whether you’re wearing a daffodil, baking Welsh cakes, or just whispering “Cymru am byth” to your coffee, know that you’re part of a proud, poetic, and slightly eccentric lineage.

Happy St David’s Day, dear friends.
May your dragons be fierce, your leeks be fresh, and your little things be legendary.

To the Welsh among us: “Happy Santes Dwynwen Day!”
May your love be as enduring as a slate roof in a storm and your pronunciation confuse at least three Englishmen before lunchtime.

To the Scots: “Happy Rabbie Burns Day/Night!”
May your haggis be hearty, your whisky be flowing, and your poetry only slightly slurred by the end of the evening.

And to the rest of you non‑Celts…
Well… tough luck.

Today is for dragons, thistles, ancient saints, questionable folklore, and people who can win an argument using only vowels.

You may observe from a respectful distance and bring snacks

In the beginning the Lord God Almighty turned to the Archangel Gabriel, and said:

“Today I am going to create a beautiful part of the Earth and I will call it Wales. I will make a country of breathtaking blue lakes, rich green forests and dark beautiful mountains from which from time to
time will be snow-covered. I will give it clear, swift rivers that will overflow with salmon and trout.

The land shall be lush and fertile on which the people can raise cattle and grow their food, as well as being rich with precious metals and stones that will be sought after, the World over.

Underneath the land I shall lay rich seams of coal for the inhabitants to mine. Around the coast I will make some of the most beautiful areas in the World. White sandy beaches and cliffs that will attract all manner of wildlife, and lots of islands that will be paradise to all who visit them. In the waters around the shores there will be abundance of sea-life.

The people who will live there will be called the Welsh, and they will be the friendliest people on my Earth. They will have magic in their blood, and songs in their souls. Their Voices when raised in song shall challenge the choir of angels.”

“Excuse me, sire” interrupted the Archangel Gabriel, “don’t you think that you are being a bit generous to these Welsh?”

The lord just smiled and replied “You have not seen the neighbours I’m giving them!”

So as of today “1st December 2015” every Adult in Wales who has not actively gone HERE and stated that they want to keep all their bits when they die will be considered fair game for harvesting.

Or to put it in their words

After the 1st December 2015 if you have not recorded an organ donation decision (opt in or opt out) on the NHS Organ Donation Register, you will be treated as having no objection to donating any of your organs. This is called “deemed consent”.

You are probably thinking that is a good idea, and it will help reduce the size of the list of people waiting on transplants, and even save lives. After all there is a big shortage of organs for transplants in Wales and the UK. In 2012-13, 36 people died in Wales while waiting for a transplant

So this is a good thing right?

Let me leave you with this thought. If you were waiting for a transplant, and you could die without it, and you knew that every person in Wales was now an all you can transplant buffet, would you be willing to wait in the hope someone may die of natural causes in time to save you, or would you plan mass-murder in Wales to get the part you need?

I know what I would do, and NO I am not going to tell you what my decision is.

P.S. On A Side note, you know there are many ways to kill large numbers of people without damaging their internal organs?

In an attempt to persuade more tourists to Wales, The AIJMU think tank team came up with a new flag design, after deciding the old flag’s dragon was a bit to scary looking.

The new flag they feel is more user friendly, implies a happier, kinder country to encourage tourists.