So when police stopped Mr Davies, having noticed that he had a faulty rear
light on the lorry he was driving, although most people like to see those
who set themselves above the rest of us pulled down a notch, it was hardly
newsworthy.That the lorry was full of sheep is nothing unusual in a land where farming is
still a major part of the economy although it may well have raised a snigger
amongst the English who have for years, portrayed the Welsh male as having a,
stereotypical, less than healthy obsession in their relationships with sheep.
That Mr Davies was found to be trouserless however, has escalated him to the
level of folk hero in the worst way imaginable.
Sitting in his cab, wearing nothing but his underpants, jacket and wellington
boots with a cargo of sheep has provided the English with nothing less than
an absolutely perfect reason to carry on their allegations.
Sniggering has turned to raucous laughter, pints of ale have been coughed over
tables of public bars as hysteria took over people's self control and the
booming voices, "There, I told you it's true, but", echoed across the land.
This is not something which the English are just going to let pass as a slight
faux pas. They are going to splatter the story across every front page of their
papers; "Trouserless Tory found in lorry full of sheep". This is a story
which is going to run and run.
Every time a Welshman is forced to deny that he and his countrymen have an
appetite for sexual satisfaction from sheep they are going to be countered with
the obvious reply, "Well what about Glyn Davies then ?"
Davies has not only embarrassed himself, he has let the people of Wales down
wholesale. This is a story which is going to come back and haunt him and the
people he represents, time and time again.
Mr Davies has delivered, into the hands of those who want to take the p--s
out of Wales for whatever reason, the perfect ammunition to do so.
He may not have done anything wrong, his explanation may be entirely
honest and he may be totally innocent of crude accusations but that won't stop
those accusations nor the innuendoes. He will be the laughing stock of
those on the other side of the Assembly.
Davies explains his situation away as the result of an accident earlier in the
day. Prior to taking his sheep to slaughter in Newtown, Mid-Wales, he had
fallen in some manure on his farm and rather than dirty his cab he took his
trousers off.
Not only has Glyn Davies fallen in some manure; he's dropped himself squarely
in the s--t.
First we had the incredible story of Ron Davies, and
now we have Glyn Davies; what must people, who enjoy a good laugh at other's
misfortune, make of it all ?
