Win a cracking copy of 'Doing Nothing' - the sequel to 'Under The Clock'. The semi-autobiographical novel follows the lives and loves of a gang of mates in the Skatastic 80's. A Two Tone treat down Memory Lane - and a fab read too.
Well, looks like the latest crazy Corona Virus chapter has closed, as we take small steps into the 19th New Normal. For a bit of fun, I've taken a little look back at all the things I've learned during my queer quarantine. Here's my Top Ten.
I'm raising a large Quarantini Martini to all those who made the first ever Wales Wide Virtual Pride, such a stunning success. Over 20,000 LGBT life lovers turned up and tuned in, plus we raised nearly four grand to give straight back to our grassroots groups. Thank you.
Barry Island went bonkers last weekend with a thirty thou crowd flocking to our beautiful beaches for sun, sand, sea and a salty bag of chips. I was at Marco's marvelling at the madness of it all - you couldn't move for bikinis, Boofy's Chip Queue, and Birmingham accents.
Who knew that the exact translation of our lovely language would see some citizens absolutely incandescent with rage. And a damn sight more than they were actually bothered about our black community feeling seriously slighted, truth be told. Go figure.
Call me controversial but I think the luscious lights under the once dark, dank, and depressing, Hood Road tunnel are absolutely fabulous. They are bold, bright, brazen, and, truth be told, with the current Rainbow vibe, a lot gorgeous and just a bit Gay - well thy are to me but...I would say that, wouldn't I.
Well, there was me in March waxing lovely and lyrical about the shop local love we have for our terrific town. And then just a few dark days later... boom! Our businesses shut up shop as that crazy Corona Virus, with its Lockdown limits, crashed into our beautiful Barry - causing some confusing chaos.
Welcome to the Corona Virus Diaries - not a phrase I thought I'd ever be typing anytime soon at the fag end of February. Or even in early March, if truth be told, when most of us were shrugging our shoulders and saying, "Just a bit of Flu innit.' Well, we got that wrong.- and then some...and then some more.
I just want to go to a bloody concert. Or do I. Ever since this long, lonely, no love lost Lockdown I've been manically moaning to my mates on how I have missed many of my cool music concert moments. But just how does the whole entertainment industry open back up, smoothly and so safely in the social distancing times.
Cadstock is the latest in a long line of Barry's big events, that have falling foul of the lifeless Lockdown. Massive thanks to Jon, the rest of the team, and the Barry bands, who worked tenaciously and tirelessly to Keep Cadstock 2020 Alive. We are already busy planning for 2021.
Say what you like about beautiful Barry…and I know there’s many a tasty tale to tell about our often turbulent town. But one thing that remains staunchly standard is our cracking community spirit. And never has this been more totally tested as our town rides the no love lost lonely Corona Coaster.
Well, for someone who never used to watch the totally tragic telly, I'm now squiffily square-eyed from the screen with my much-neglected glasses delighted that they are getting taken out so often. Although, truth be told, I am very partial to a bit of that, often mean, and often, moody Nordic Noir.
Who doesn’t love a sexy French eighteenth Century…ish Sapphic love story on a Saturday night, in good company, in one of their happy places. Portray of a Lady on Fire firmly gets a fabulous five stars from me - and indeed from all I spoke to in the cinema when the lights went up. Truth be told, I can’t remember seeing such a mesmerising movie for many a moon. - and I'm a cinephile.
Absolutely bloody awful was my gut wrenching reaction to the Caroline Flack tragedy. Her needless, distressing death has left me shocked, saddened, and angry like many in our town. It took me by surprise, shook me to the core, and has stayed on my mind all week, We should have seen it coming.
CUBE, is the next stage in the story of brave Barry Mum Rachel Degaetano. She started the Gobaith Campaign in early 2018 - after her 21 year old son took his own life. - like many in our town recently.
With Bad Manners, it’s just pure sentiment. Nostalgia mixed with memories standing next to both the music, and the mates of my terrific, and sometimes turbulent, teenage years. Nothing says Comp Disco like manically dancing and having a laugh whilst skanking to punk and ska on a naughty night out.So I sure don’t want this Fatty to Lip Up any time soon. See you next Christmas Buster.
A very fond farewell to one of the most talented tattooists to ever come out of our ink-crazy town. His creative, sometimes colourful, consistently perfectly-crafted tattoo work will leave massive memories and a worthy lasting legacy. I include myself in that illustrious list. Rest In Peace Lee.
#THEGLOVESAREON is an exciting new project is focusing on providing opportunities for children and young people - through education, guidance and support, from several well-being packages available.
Here was my all time fave, ‘Woking Class’ hero who I have idolised since I was a teen, whose voice can send shivers down my spine, and whose lyrics resonate with me more than any other musician ever. Wow! SVJ's Birthday 2019 will always be remembered as when I met my Modfather Mr Weller.