Sorry. I'm breaking a promise. Perhaps it was only an aspiration. I had said that I was not going to post again about changes, both done and proposed, to the constitutional capacity of the National Assembly for Wales. And then I get an invitation from the All Wales Convention to be a participant in one of it's 'events on tour'. If you've been driven to pull fair locks from your head, or hurl obscenities at your computer screen when reading my various posts on the subject, tomorrow night is your chance to hurl shoes (or other items of apparel at my person). I will be a sitting duck - at the Monty Club in Newtown, Montgomeryshire. The whole thing kicks off at 6.30.
I must own up to having been a bit disrespectful about the All Wales Convention in the past. Not about the 16 great and good people who make up what's called the Convention Executive Committee, but about the absence of a clear purpose. I have described it variously as a 'Mechanism for delay', 'A grand body in search of a purpose', and as 'An escape route for Ieuan Wyn Jones' - when he finally informs his party that there is no intention of holding a referendum on law making powers for the National Assembly for Wales. Yes, that's the referendum that Ieuan promised his party members and activists would be held before 2011 - the clinching trump card he used to persuade them to allow him the doubtful privilege of 'propping up' Rhodri Morgan in office for yet another term as First Minister. Hell need a damn good excuse when he tells them 'it was only an aspiration'. That word again.
Not sure what to expect tomorrow night though. Last week, I was a guest at a dinner party of friends in Berriew, when two of them started talking about the meeting. They announced that they intended going, with the intention of informing the Convention that they think devolution is an abomination, and the whole damn shooting match should be blown up. I didn't ask whether they thought that the politicians should be evacuated first. Anyway, it should be fun, when they see me on the stage to answer their questions. If I survive, I will report back. Tomorrow, Tuesday, in the Monty Club at 6.30. See you there. And I promise once again that tomorrow's post will be my last on this subject.