Behold the mighty giant

It's like God reached down and personally straightened his tie.

From humble beginnings Carwyn Jones has assumed the mantle of leadership, like Scooby Doo at a BBQ.

First Minister the Rt Hon Carwyn Jones AM was hunched over the ancient text, deep in thought. Finally he was satisfied his calculations were right and that the words, once read out, would awake the sleeping giant. The consequences of this momentous act were impossible to predict but the threat to the nation was so extreme he had no option. An assailant had penetrated the very heart of Welsh government and almost killed him with an exploding biscuit. Worse still,  Julie, the keeper of the ancient text, had been kidnapped by powers unknown and unseen. It was to defeat these hidden powers that the giant was to be called upon.

Summoning his honour guard he sped from the Senedd, down the M4 corridor, towards Port Talbot. It was at this point an argument broke out. The Golden Badegr of Wrexham, AKA the shape changing Torok the Elder, thought they should have taken the A470 and across the Heads of The Valleys Road to Glynneath then up over the A4109 proceeding to the A4221. The First Minister said there would be a bottle neck at Merthyr at that time of day and that straight down to the Ynysforgan roundabout was the sensible route, barring road works.

The face is at the top left.

Let’s face it, it really does look like a big bloke lying down.

Carwyn pulled rank and only seven hours later they emerged from a contra flow system just outside Ystradgynlais to see the sleeping giant of Abercraf looming up before them.  The car screeched to a halt and they leapt out. Carwyn immediately started reciting the text which would wake the giant. He was only half way through when the ground began to shake. Three quarters through and the heavens flashed with thunder.  As he finished reading, a mighty downpour drenched the entourage. The reclining giant disappeared; obscured by the thick rain.

They stared into the maelstrom trying to make out the form that was so clear only seconds before. Was it stirring? Was it rising? Was it walking towards them? Gradually the earth began to shake again. Giant footsteps rumbled through the valley, muffled by the blanket of rain. Little by little they saw figure emerging out of the rain. A massive figure; as broad as it was tall. Their hearts caught in their throats as it came closer and closer. At last they could make it out. Carwyn staggered back against the car and braced himself. Could it be? Yes it was. Walking towards them was none other than Abercraf’s own, Ospreys and Welsh international tight head prop, Adam Jones.

The giant was awake and he needed a hair cut.

About Not So Great Dictator

I make films featuring Lego and other assorted creatures and historical figures. If you do not think they are all funny, then I am afraid there is something wrong with you. Seek medical attention.
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8 Responses to Behold the mighty giant

  1. hahaha hilarious 😀

  2. Chris Jones says:

    Blimey! I thought he was in Australia with the Lions. Goes to show. So did he say a a voice of thunder… ” You can’t park here, Butt. You’re blocking the traffic (on the busy A4221 on the way to the mystical Craig – y Nos castle)”?

    • A tactically vital tight head prop is simply one of the ways the giant chooses to manifest himself. I once stood behind Adam Jones in the large-item pick-up point in Ikea and what I discovered is, he very rarely uses the voice of thunder in social situations.

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