Sheep, Lambs, Iolo and Dewi

**Roadrunner pops tousled head out from under duvet**

 Is it 2014? When did that happen?! Oh well - HAPPY NEW YEAR! Better late than never, I guess...

Things have been rather quiet at Coyote and Roadrunner HQ since the end of last year; hence the lack of updates to this 'ere blog. That's not to say that we haven't been out and about doing stuff - just ask our solicitor - but we've developed a penchant for suddenly trotting off down b-roads while on our travels. We never know where we're going to end up, so most of our time is taken up with looking for 'No Through Road' signs that may have fallen over instead of shooting video and taking photos.

We are, however, getting back into the swing of things. Here's a little video that happened yesterday. Nothing epic, nothing moving, nothing clever...just a wee dose of the old Coyote and Roadrunner randomness :)

 (Extra volume is advised)

We'll be back soon!

*Meep Meep!*

Samuel and Sybil: Vehicle Identification

It takes 11 hours to travel by car from Mid Wales to Inverness.  It also takes 11 hours to travel by car from Inverness to Mid Wales.  It's one of the many mysterious synchronicities of life that we simply have to accept.

We're sure that you'll agree when we say that 11 hours is a fecking long time to be on the road.  When you've eaten all the sandwiches and crisps; when you've drunk all the Coke and coffee (this happened by the time we reached Newtown), you start groping for 'I-Spy' subjects...

"I spy with my little eye...something beginning with W."

"Wiper?"

"No."

"Wheel?"

"No."

"Windmill?"

"No."

"I give up."

"Windsock."

"There's no bloody windsock here!"

"There was one about 10 miles back..."

You get the idea.  So it'll come as no surprise when we tell you that Samuel and Sybil didn't take too easily to being cooped up in the car.  Even though they shared the driving, they were like two kids; bickering and fidgeting - paying no attention when we told them to pipe down.  When they were in the back, we had to stop on numerous occasions to give them a proper telling-off, but within 15 minutes of being back on the road, they were at it again.  Samuel even mooned at a passing coach of WI women.  It made their day.

One interesting development came of it, though.  We discovered that Sybil has a fixation with buses.  Not only that...but she seems to have a pathological problem with vehicle identification.  All the time spent travelling to and from Scotland gave Samuel the perfect opportunity to try and educate her somewhat.  Bless his heart, he really did try...

WARNING:  Contains language that makes Gordon Ramsay sound like Mary Whitehouse.  Not suitable for sprogs.  Do not expose to direct sunlight.  Do not eat.

*BUS!*

The BOFmobile Beough

We've been to Eire, England, Northern Ireland (by mistake) and explored pretty much every nook and cranny of Wales...but we've never seen as many BOFmobiles as we did when we recently wound up in Scotland.

It seemed that every bend revealed tinted windows; that every roundabout flashed chrome and that every mile of monotonous motorway bombarded us with the whiff of bacon.  It got difficult.  Very difficult.

Eventually, we started to lose our tenuous grips on what's left of our diluted sanities.  Instead of merely wincing when a BOFmobile trundled past, we began to make noises.  Strange noises.  Noises that somehow seemed apt for the 'hunting, tooting, fithing' ilk.

We've dubbed this curious reaction 'The BOFmobile Beough'.  Might be an idea to turn your volume down a tad.

WARNING:  Contains a naughty word.  Not suitable for mini people or machine-washing.

*BEOOOOUGH!*

An Audience With: Coyote and Roadrunner

In a moment of sheer madness, we asked you, our dear and slightly bonkers readers, for any questions you'd like to ask us.  Quite why we decided this was a good idea is beyond us.  Blame it on the Smints.

You tweeted us, you emailed us, you Sellotaped your questions to pigeons and launched them at us using trebuchets made of lollipop sticks and chewing gum (ok; you didn't...but it's a fun image nonetheless) and we were graced with 15 of your finest queries.

The original plan was to carefully ponder over your questions in coming days - with the aid of Auntie Stella and Uncle Penderyn.  However, we realised that this probably wasn't a wise idea.  Last time we tried to do something creative with those two around, the chandeliers and banisters took a proper battering...

So, without further ado, we shall now endeavour to entertain and enlighten you through the medium of answers!

1. Lambs are cute, sheep are ugly.  When exactly does this change happen?  There is no halfway stage.  Has bothered me for years. - From @A470Training in Trawsfynydd

Roadrunner:  Isn’t there a nuclear power plant in Trawsfynydd?

Coyote:  There is...

R:  So; they have nuclear sheep there?

C:  Makes them easier to find in the dark.

R:  I don’t think sheep are ugly.

C:  I do.  They look like short, fat llamas.

R:  Llamas aren’t ugly either.

C:  They are!  Alex Jones looks like a llama.

R:  I thought she looked more like a horse...

C:  Horses aren’t ugly.

R:  **Gallops around the room, whinnying**

C:  Time for your medication, dear.

2. What are you scared of? - From Matt in Berlin

Coyote:  Broken coffee machines.

Roadrunner:  Huw Edwards.

3. What effect has Twitter had on your lives; both professionally and personally? - From @Stewpot in Bedfordshire

Roadrunner:  **Walks to bookshelf...**
Coyote:  Where are you going?

R:  To get the dictionary.

C:  Why...?

R:  **Thumbs through pages**  Pro-fess-io-na...

C:  Twitter is responsible for us two meeting each other.  If it wasn’t for that little blue bird – and a helping hand from Blaenplwyf transmitter – none of this would ever have happened.
R:  It’s certainly helped me flog a few photographs here and there.

C:  You sell photographs?

R:  Sometimes...

C:  I thought you were an astronaut.

R: Only on Sundays.

4. Why did the chicken cross the road? - From Anon in Anonland

Coyote:  Because the light turned green.

Roadrunner:   And because the moon was conjunct with the chicken’s natal Mars in its fourth house.

5. Out of all the places you've been to so far; what's your favourite and why? - From Sammy in Galway

Coyote:  Actually, Loop Head in Galway is a strong contender...

Roadrunner:  ...only equalled by Strumble Head in Pembrokeshire.

C:  They’re both quite magical places; off the beaten path.  Mind you, I quite liked Vivod as well.

R:  And the Elan Valley.

C:  Not so keen on Monkton, though.

R:  No.  It smells.

6. Why did you call it 'Coyote and Roadrunner'? - From @IestynSJ in Wales

Coyote:  You might get a sensible answer here...!

Roadrunner:  ‘Roadrunner’ was already my nickname – thanks to an unexpected event involving a guard dog.

C:  And I’m a genius.  Wile E. Coyote’s a genius; so it seemed to fit.

R:  Is that why you think you’re called Coyote?

C:  It’s right, isn’t it?

R:  Yes.  Yes...of course it is.

C:  What?

R:  Ooh, is that the doorbell?!  **Leaves the room...**

C: We haven’t got a doorbell.

7. What do you both do for a living? - From Oscar in Florence

Roadrunner:  He brings misery to people on the radio.

Coyote: She runs around shooting things.

8. Which of you is best at hide n' seek?  And what's your favourite verse of 'Old McDonald Had a Farm'?  - From @louanndavies in Taffs Well

Roadrunner:  Have we ever played hide n’ seek?

Coyote:  I don’t think we have, no.

**Twelve hours later...**

C:  I think only one of us was supposed to hide.

R:  You live and learn.

C:  Old McDonald, then?

R:  I like the bit about giraffes.

C:  There isn’t a verse about giraffes...

R:  Isn’t there?

C:  No, mun!  GERBILS!

R:  What kind of noise does a gerbil make?

C:  ‘Nee naw nee naw nee naw!’

R:  That’s the Irish Garda, you twerp.

C:  Same thing.

R:  She asked two questions...is that allowed?

C:  No, actually, it isn’t.  I’m going to have words with her.

R:  I think she’s playing hide n’ seek.

C: She’ll emerge when she’s hungry.

9. Where in the world would you most like to go? - From LH in Russia

Coyote:  I’d like to find out where Roger Whittaker lives.  I’d go to his house and ring the doorbell.  When he answers, I’ll ruffle his beard and scarper.

Roadrunner:  I want to go to bed.

C:  Oh really?!

R:  To sleep.

C:  Damn.

10. Do you have a favourite joke? - From Kate in York

Coyote:  Yes!

Roadrunner: Me too!

11. Can I buy a hat soon? - From @ceggsxx in Cardiff

Roadrunner:  You can buy a hat whenever you like.

Coyote:  It wasn’t that easy between 1732 and 1867.

R:  No?

C:   No.  The Hat Act placed limits on the manufacture, sale, and exportation of American-made hats.  The act also restricted hiring practices by limiting the number of workers that milliners could employ, and placing limits on apprenticeships by only allowing two apprentices.  The law's effect was that Americans in the colonies were forced to buy British-made goods, and this artificial trade restraint meant that Americans paid four times as much for hats and cloth imported from Britain than for local goods.

R: Oh.

12. Am I really here? Who are you?  Who am I?  Where are we?  Fancy doing something naughty?  Are you sure you're not Trevor? - From @Cymru_Rydd in Cymru

Roadrunner:  Yes.  Me.  You.  There.  Only if it involves Angel Delight.  Trevor Eve looks like a ferret.

Coyote: I like cheese.

13. Have you ever been hopelessly lost on your travels? - From Bice in Capri

Coyote:  There’s no such thing as ‘hopelessly lost’.  All roads lead to home!

Roadrunner:  That was a sensible answer.

C:   It was, wasn’t it?

R: Bravo, Bice!

14. If someone gave you a BOFmobile, what would you do with it? - From Paul in Leominster

Roadrunner:  **Rubs hands together and cackles maniacally**

Coyote:  We can’t tell you exactly what we’d do...but there would be a very big explosion and the sky would rain fragments of tinted windows for weeks.

R:  BOFmobile goes BOOM!

Coyote:  Calm down...

R:  BOOM!  BOOM!  Make it go BOOM!

C: Have your meds worn off already...?

15. Are you in talks with ACME about sponsorship? - From @IHphoto in S. Wales

Coyote:  I haven’t got spots.

Roadrunner:  AcMe, Coyote...

C:  How do I do that?

R:  What?

C:  Ack you?

R:  What?

C:  What?

R:  Yes.

C:  Probably.

R:  I want a pizza.

C:  Sprouts are green.

Huge thanks for all your questions!  It's been great fun.  If we pass by your neck of the woods, we'll bring you a half-eaten Pepperami and a can of Tizer x

Samuel and Sybil: BOFmobile Hunting

This weekend, Coyote and I had to keep an urgent appointment with our psychiatrist.  We feel sorry for him and like to keep him in work, see.

That meant we were unable to make a video for you lovely people.  However, Samuel and Sybil kindly stepped in for us!  They're lovely people...apart from the language.  And the fact that they never seem to have any idea what they're talking about.

They went BOFmobile hunting.  This is what happened...

WARNING:  Contains some Tooty Frooty language.  Not suitable for little people or dishwashers.

*Meep Meep!*

Wales in Pixels: A Team Effort

Believe it or not, Coyote and I are capable of doing serious stuff.  Well...when I say 'serious', I mean 'creatively fun'.  I don't mean 'intelligent and deep' ;)

See - when Samuel's checking the output of his slate quarry; when Petula's busy chasing foxes through her garden and when Boycie and Babs are down the pub having a good old Cockney knees-up, we jump into Monty and toddle off to see what we can see.

Auntie Pentax always comes with us...

...and we hope you'll agree that we make a good team!

Contains no mad ramblings.  Just lots of Welsh goodness :)

*Meep Meep!*

Birds and BOFmobiles

Ever wondered what happens when Monty encounters a BOFmobile?  Well, wonder no more.  

Along with some blathering about birds, wonky-legged signs, Elliott storage containers and Corgis, here's how BOFmobiles are acknowledged - and serenaded.

Featuring Samuel the Slate, Petula, Gerry, Barbara Windsor and Boycie.

WARNING:  Not suitable for small people or those with shellfish allergies.  Do not immerse in water.

*Meep Meep!*

Coyote and Roadrunner: 10 Questions

1.  What's your favourite word?

     Meep

2.  What's your favourite TV show?

     Telly shopping repeats.

3.  Do you like Pembrokeshire?

     Only on a leap year.

4.  If you could be a human, who would you be and why?

    Ena Sharples.  Because you can't beat a glass of stout in the snug.

5.  What's your favourite quote?

    "Never buy a mermaid a pair of tights."

6.  Which came first: the chicken or the egg?

     The egg.  Because you don't have to pay 5p for a carrier bag.

7.  How do you like your bacon sandwiches?

    With Frosties.

8.  What one item would you rescue from your house in a fire?

     The fire blanket.  In case I get chilly.

9.  What do you honestly think of slippers?

     They're ok if they come with a pipe and a Val Doonican LP.

10.  If you could punch one person in the face, who would it be and why?

      Anyone who dares to wear offensive ties on television.

1.  What's your favourite word?

     Meep

2.  What's your favourite TV show?

     Wales Today

3.  Do you like Pembrokeshire?

     Only on Mondays and Tuesdays.

4.  If you could be a human, who would you be and why?

     The person who makes the pretty sprinkles that go on ice cream.  They must be magic.

5.  What's your favourite quote?

     "I know they're built for it; but I feel sorry for those sheep."

6.  Which came first: the chicken or the egg?

     Depends where you are in the queue at McDonalds.

7.  How do you like your bacon sandwiches?

    Crispy, hot and preferably in my gob.

8.  What one item would you rescue from your house in a fire?

     The fire extinguisher.  Those things are expensive.

9.  What do you honestly think of slippers?

     I only like Bagpuss ones.  They wake up for ten minutes every day and tell me stories.

10.  If you could punch one person in the face, who would it be and why?

       Anyone who dislikes sprouts.  Sprouts need love, too!