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AH, the joy and the doolallyness of the passing parade captured perfectly in Saturday’s Western Mail. First up was the headline “Film role for ref Nigel”: Nigel Owens reveals that he’s to referee a rugby final in a Bollywood movie – but will our Nige sing and dance his instructions à la Engelbert? “Release! Please release, let it go!”

Then came “Nick Clegg’s new role at Facebook”, the former deputy prime minister unveiled as the firm’s head of global affairs and communications.

Surely the head of global affairs and chat-up lines should have been Boris.

Whatever, the notion of Saint Nick, the gamekeeper turned gamekeeper, creeping down the internet chimney and getting all dirty with the troll farming and election meddling reds under our beds brings to mind the original Saint Nick.

Next I’m met by a nice photo of Cerys Mathews decked out in her all-singing, all-dancing hat

– the modern day equivalent of yesteryear’s Scargill and Kinnock combovers.

On the Views of Wales page, perfect juxtaposition: a letter headed “Don’t eat meat, stamp out mad cow disease”, and alongside in the They Said What? column: “Oh, my goodness! We’ve got some veggies!” The Duchess of Sussex on being given a bunch of carrots as a gift in Sydney.

I’m telling you, that Bugs Bunny gets everywhere, as Saint Nick will shortly discover.

And over the page, a picture of US Supreme Justice Brett Kavanaugh being sworn in – now be honest, would you trust that face further than you could throw a paper Exocet?

Never mind mad cow disease, we all need to be tested for mad people disease. I’ll happily volunteer to be first in the queue. And if I have to be put down, then so be it.

Huw Beynon

Llandeilo