Happy merry Sinter Klaas, Folklore Thursdayers!

Being in Den Helder, NL for the arrival of St Nicholas from Spain, with all his presents and of course his sociologically complex pal Black Peter, I find myself ill-equipped to join in this week's theme of VILLAINY.

Of course, some would argue that the theme is relevant to poor old Zwarte Piet here anyway: the blackfaced assistants of Saint Nick who punish naughty Dutch children are hardly seen as heroes these days. But it's all a bit complex and nothing to do with tales of Britain, so let's move onto the mythology of Snowdonia...

Okay, so we've blogged about the wicked King of Bala Tegid Foel before, but having only just written about the parallels between the unelected de Pfeffel Johnson and King Vortigern just the other week, we may as well turn to the second of two villains currently screwing most of the English-speaking western civilisation, the shameless Russian puppets devoted to destroying anything worth celebrating in our society...

King Tegid Foel is one of the nastiest bastards in wll British mythology. He deserved to be drowned. Biglu. As does his modern counterpart.

Oh, and if you believe anything this stinking sack of squeezy cheese says about the NHS, you are, at best, an utter div.