Itching now to get down to the surface of Europa, Dilwyn and Meg took the opportunity for a space walk recently. They spent over an hour floating around to have an unfettered look at the moon on which they'll soon enough be standing.
Dilwyn thinks he may have seen a suitable landing site, and Megan did some more space business.
Dilwyn described the experience as proper "parky" out there and said he was glad to get back in by the space fire in the recreation module of Cymru III.
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Anyway, it was probably something she'd eaten, again. But Rhodri had to do the packaging for the rest of the day and Mamgu had to chew off the sticky tape for the best part of a week afterwards while nature took its course and she could retrieve said dentures. A couple of Steradents later and now we're back in business. She recently went to a Napalm Death Metal tea and dinner dance at the Tower Ballroom in Brum. We're not sure where she got the ticket from or how she got there, but she won't be going again that's for sure. We couldn't do a thing with her afterwards and she was quite aggressive when Taid Griffiths tried to switch the telly over to watch the racing. Unfortunately, we can't claim ownership to this fabulous vehicle. This is clearly a space vehicle or planetary rover of the highest order. It's origins could even be extra-terrestial as it seems to use engineering way beyond our own. It's parked by the side of the road in the town of Knighton, in mid Wales. The locals don't appear to notice it, and when we asked about buying it, or acquiring the technology, they pretended they couldn't understand us and walked away! New members to our space cadet's gallery this week. First up is our Johannesburg ground crew. Sent to us by their Commander in Chief, Dave, who was conceived under Rhyl Pier. Dave, when he wrote to us, was unsure of his Welshness. But we assured him that just riding the waltzers in Rhyl is enough to qualify you for a Welsh cap, let alone when your gametes get fused under a chip-paper strewn pier.Congratulations Dave. Anyway, whilst not busy being conceived, Dave is a launch location scout for numerous space agencies, but prefers ours. Pictured are N'tombi, Siphiwe, Paulina, Johannes and Prudence. That's just 5 names, so we had to make up the other 3, namely: Ralph, Edward, and Brenda. They are all fans of Star trek and Stargate. And they say they all like Megan. They wouldn't say that if they'd met her.
Our next new recruit is a friend of regular Swanseaesque correspondent, Jacki Fab. Gwion, described as Welshy Welsh, is seen here immediatly after one of Jacki Fab's fab partys. Or is it before?Anyway, Gwion missed out on the Cymru III mission only for the fact we didn't know about him then. We will be contacting him regarding the still-vacant commander role for Cymru IV (now going to Myfanwy, not Miranda by the way) Welcome aboard cadets. Please now wait by your telephone for further instructions.
We were inundated with a complaint from the crew of Cymru III - themselves currently in deep space enroute to Europa and about to enter the orbit entry phase. They reckon we haven't been keeping the site up to date with their inter-planetary manoeuvres. Which is complete tosh - we only did an update last April. Anyway, we cancelled the week's holiday in the caravan at Prestatyn in order to carry out this refurbishment.
And we hereby promise to keep you up to date* with all things W.A.S.A. and in particular our space crew on board Cymru III near Jupiter somewhere.
Ffranc Ff. Ffestiniog
Director of earthbound communications WASA. * Within 6 months of anything happening After an eternity using the ground based version of our website, we have now completed a series of test firing of internet projectiles into the upper blogoshpere. So now you can read all about the latest space missions, personnel and daily (at best, weekly) goings on at the headquarters of The Welsh Space Agency. Among these pages you'll find news, pictures and updates on all WASA missions - past, present and future. And chances galore to go and buy a mug (or a hat) from our Tea Room. |


New members to our space cadet's gallery this week. First up is our Johannesburg ground crew. Sent to us by their Commander in Chief, Dave, who was conceived under Rhyl Pier. Dave, when he wrote to us, was unsure of his Welshness. But we assured him that just riding the waltzers in Rhyl is enough to qualify you for a Welsh cap, let alone when your gametes get fused under a chip-paper strewn pier.
Our next new recruit is a friend of regular Swanseaesque correspondent, Jacki Fab. Gwion, described as Welshy Welsh, is seen here immediatly after one of Jacki Fab's fab partys. Or is it before?









