Every Wednesday morning for years now, Mamgu has been nipping round to Callard and Bowser’s Bathroom showroom in the High Street. Here, when Mr Bowser “nips” into the back room for his regular-as-clockwork tryst with Beryl from the butchers, she avails herself of the many splendored shower cubicles therein.
Anyway, lately we’ve noticed she’s been taking a plank with her. And when asked she told us it’s because of the fancy new Chinese steam sauna unit they’re selling. Apparently, if she doesn’t tie the plank to her foot and leave it outside she gets dematerialised by the shower only to re-appear somewhere else. Which, apart from the bus fare back again, is a nuisance when you’re ringing wet.
Well, this piqued our boffins’ interest. So last Wednesday morning, we sent junior Biscuit Procurement Executive, Llyr ap Llwyllion, around to test it out. Sure enough, when he pressed the vertical steam button he at first turned foggy, swirled around a bit and then got sucked up into the extractor fan and disappeared. We only located him when we heard on the news of a semi-transparent boy matching his description being found up to his neck on a beach in Co. Donegal.
Presently our experiments are limited to an hour or so each Wednesday morning. But we figure if we could get Mr Bowser to increase the duration of his love-ins with Beryl, we could get enough research time to fine-tune the thing and perhaps incorporate this device into some ill-thought-through rescue mission of our man stranded on Europa and perhaps even restore the boy Llyr back to solidity from his current state of spectre-esque translucence.
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And this must rank as the most astounding scientific discovery ever - certainly since the discovery that eating past-their-sell-by curried eggs causes tectonic flatulence.
This astonishing sequence of photographs on the right shows the moments of revelation. Mission Deputy Commander Dilwyn Griffiths has bored a test hole through the icy crust of Europa into the liquid ocean below and into which he is about to lower a probe to test for salinity, temperature and relative density. To avoid contaminating this pristine alien ocean, all the equipment has been wiped down with a hanky prior to use.
The first photo shows Dilwyn adjusting the test cable prior to lowering into the bore hole.
The second photo shows the deflection in the line tensioning rod which clearly indicates something in the deep has interacted with the equipment at the end of the line. Picture 3 shows Dilwyn after he has hauled up this life-form which is completely new to science. It appears to have been attracted to the cheese which Dilwyn attached to the test probe.
The creature survived removal from its habitat, responded to light when brought to the surface and seemed relatively unfazed by the transition from liquid to gaseous environment. Dilwyn held it carefully to avoid hurting it while he examined it further, and amazingly the animal made eye-contact with our man.
It’s tentacles are clearly highly tactile like those of an octopus and it seemed to exhibit signs of intelligence as it probed Dilwyn’s spacesuit. Shortly, it attempted communication. Gesticulating up at the starry sky and then down to the hole from whence it came. It then tapped out a series of numbers on Dilwyn’s arm which turned out to be all prime numbers. It was clearly trying to tell us something about it and the world in which it lived.
At gas mark 5 for 11/2 hours and with a gravy made up from its giblets, it made for a very passable, if slightly gamey, chicken casserole.
Back by popular request (well Myfanwy needed one for the kitchen) here is the all new, all-date displaying 2011 Welsh Space Agency Calendar. Yours to download and treasure forever. For this year's photo we re-assembled last year's cast and asked them to all adopt the exact same pose as last year. Then we jiggled them around a bit and put them with a nice picture of Dilwyn having his first fag* on Europa. Download them here : www.welshspaceagency.org/downloads/calendar2011Top.pdf www.welshspaceagency.org/downloads/calendar2011Bottom.pdf As usual, some self-assembly is required. You may need any of the following tools : Claw hammer, nails, stapler, scissors, pva glue in a striped tube, very sharp knife, first-aid kit, ambulance, rosary beads. If you're a bit doddery on your feet get somebody off Blue Peter to do it for you. Happy New Year to all our Listeners. * A fag is a ciggy in British, and not what you were thinking! There'll be more about Dilwyn's return to Europa base camp in the next post. But first we have the shocking news of an attempted Welsh technology theft at our HQ here in Cerrigydrudion land. On the morning in question, the perpetrators (see photo) turned up at our back door looking decidedly apprehensive. We reached for the tin of Procter & Gamble (tm) Jehovas Witness Spray, but this proved unnecessary as the assailants appeared to be completely unfazed by our Darwinian evolution diatribe.Their accent was definitely not that of the local ffermwyr cymraeg going on about lost sheep or the endless amounts of subsidy cheques they have to cash. No, the accent was unmistakeable - these people had come all the way from Colorado Springs out of a western film and they wanted to meet Cymrunaut Dilwyn Griffiths. We explained to them that Dilwyn was away on an icy planet somewhere in the depths of space and could they come back later. But all the time they kept trying to peer behind us to look at all the dials and stuff in our control room. Then when the female espionater distracted us by showing us some pictures they had brought with them of mountain lions and Ronald McDonald and stuff, the other agent produced a camera and started snapping away at the blue-prints of Cymru V which we had been poring over shortly before their arrival. They hadn't reckoned on Uncle Rhodri's army grave-digger corps training though and the spooks were easily apprehended. They were brought into the kitchen where we identified them as husband and wife team, Agents Philip and Mary Sidney who were sent by their son, Lockheed Martin Mars Mission mastermind, Wayne Sidney. There we are, isn't it. Wayne, it turns out, has been tasked with getting another mission to mars together and was running out of ideas. He hatched this plot to find out how our new drum 'n bass funk engines work and to steal the technology for Barack Obama's lot over there. Anyway, we made them a cup of Welsh tea (Paned Cymreig - gorgeous stuff) and then broke out the tin containing Mamgu's Simnel Cake of Truth - the confectionary equivalent of being punched in the head by a short fat man in drag. In the best traditions of villainy, shortly before we were to kill them, we told them everything - all our secrets - like what we use the plastic funnels for, how we hollow out all our biscuits, and just what it is that Megan thinks is dog food. They seemed so nice though that we just made them another cup of tea and asked them to write again soon when they got back to the states. But not to tell anyone anything. We gave them a nice hat for Wayne too. To Guy Roberts - your tip-off came too late. Araf, dim parcio.
He seemed a little unsteady on his feet when he got back. But that's hardly surprising when you consider his arduous trek. Otherwise though, he does appear to be none the worse for his circumnavigation effort. In fact, it looks like he might have put on a couple of pounds. And that bottle of Montys Sunshine certainly wasn't in the ship's manifesto for Cymru III so his foraging trip couldn't have been without success. We're not entirely sure what he took with him in his carrier bag when he left, but we doubt it could have been enough to sustain him for this length of time. Anyway, he seemed to need a bit of a lie down when he got back. We'll debrief him proper when he gets up. *Myfanwy is Dilwyn's ex
When last we looked, Dilwyn & Megan had set off into the vast frozen landscape of Jupiter's moon, Europa, in the search of food and drink - more specifically, beer and pork-scratchings.
But really, we want Megan back here on earth. Her instinct for herding sheep is still pretty much intact and we can get £75 a pup were we to breed from her. She just needs to lose her taste for sheep throats and we'll be quids in. Reader's voice: That's not WASA at the South Pole - that's world famous WHNTV Alabama meteorologist, climate scientist and telly weatherman Dan Satterfield. He of arguably the most fascinating blog on the whole world wide interweb (apart from this one). This is a man who was so determined to find out exactly where the weather comes from that he walked, yes walked, all the way to Antartica on the inside of a Hercules C130 transport aircraft.Yes, but look a bit closer. At the bag he's carrying. See that sticking out from underneath? It's nothing less than a WASA patch, as worn by Cymrunaut Dilwyn Griffiths himself presently wandering aimlessly on the surface of the Jovian moon Europa. And also as touched by our very own Uncle Rhodri who stuck it in the jiffy bag to send to him in the first place.Dan clearly felt he needed a talisman for this epic trip to the bottom of the world. And as his career is very much influenced by his Welsh counterpart, what better than something from God's own Space Agency. Anyway, whilst you're waiting for Dilwyn to show up on our long range scanners once more, you could do a lot worse than read about Dan's amazing research by clicking here. <- There. By the way, it was these same good folk who found out the real science as to why it is always raining in Bla*nau Ffesti*iog1 - It seems it's nothing to do with super-cooled droplets of condensed water vapour coalescing out of solution due to anabatic winds in and around Manod Mawr. No, apparently, it's because Blaen*u is just a complete and utter hole. 1 Name obfuscated to save embarrassment. |
For millennia mankind has wondered at the possibility of life existing elsewhere in our universe. The visions of H.G. Wells may have fallen short in so much as Mars isn’t actually overrun by little green men or indeed, so far, even by microbial life-forms and is likely a barren desert. But, January 2011, and The Welsh Space Agency can now confirm, via our Cymru III mission to Callisto (then Europa) that life does indeed exist on a world other than our own.


There'll be more about Dilwyn's return to Europa base camp in the next post. But first we have the shocking news of an attempted Welsh technology theft at our HQ here in Cerrigydrudion land. On the morning in question, the perpetrators (see photo) turned up at our back door looking decidedly apprehensive. We reached for the tin of Procter & Gamble (
Almost unbelievable. But this is the longest duration ever that an astronaut has wandered off on a reconnaissance expedition on an alien world only to be completely forgotten about by his ground crew. Last March we watched as Dilwyn disappeared over the horizon on Jupiter's moon, Europa. We did try to locate him, at first, but then things just seemed to get in the way... Uncle Rhodri had a really good win on the horses, Mamgu got her new shopmobility scooter thing, Myfanwy* went on heat and we all had a really good laugh at the World Cup.

It's nothing less than a WASA patch, as worn by Cymrunaut Dilwyn Griffiths himself presently wandering aimlessly on the surface of the Jovian moon Europa. And also as touched by our very own Uncle Rhodri who stuck it in the jiffy bag to send to him in the first place.









