Rock and Roll Suicide

 As I sit in the centre of the highest tier of Nottingham Royal Concert Hall which slopes down steeply towards a sheer drop to the stalls below, I am suddenly struck by a surge of adrenalin, a rush of panic and a certainty that I am going to fall, or even… ..jump.  Hurl myself into oblivion. Then [...]

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An Audience with Will Young

Can’t stop, I’m off to see Will Young with my mate Rosie.  I feel slightly embarassed as although I think he’s a great singer, a lovely man and kind of cute, he’s not really my cup of tea music wise.  I’ve always been a bit of an indie kid myself.  Mr B is mocking me [...]

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