Last Sunday I went to see a proper old fashioned derby at the Swansea.com Stadium. The excitement in the stands was tangible as the young voices screamed their encouragement to their idols on the pitch. If you miss some of the ‘passion and spice’ of the old game maybe you should try the ‘new’ game in town the next time Swansea Ladies are at home. You won’t be disappointed.
What a difference in a week. Everywhere you look now you can see the change in the seasons. This has got me thinking about how we cope with the changing seasons in our lives. Next Thursday marks the end of a very significant season in my life.
With under 2 weeks to go until my Golden Jubilee Concert at the Swansea Arena it was time to announce my final special guest to my band, Owen Paul. One by one I told them who it was, and everyone had the same question…How do you know him? The answer was even more out of the blue when I said …I don’t!!!
In 2 weeks I have a concert at the Swansea Arena and my big question is…what shall I wear?
Pittsburgh reminded me in so many ways of my home region especially Port Talbot. In some ways the regeneration of that old steel town gave me hope that with the right investment and leadership our old steel town could once again rise from the ashes but…
The temperature is still hovering around 80 degrees and all I can hear coming from the bar is the sound of Welsh hymn singing. The accents all mingle together with the vowels and drawl of Ohio, Pennsylvania and California mixing in a cocktail with Swansea, Ynys Mon and Brecon. This is the North American Festival of Wales and I love it
Greenbelt was the first time I met Cliff Richard, although I’m sure he wouldn’t care to remember, and try as I might I really can’t forget. The mainstage acts get to use portaloos. Etiquette demands you stare straight ahead but above the little bowls there were mirrors for the artistes to check themselves as they prepared to go on stage. I foolishly took a quick glance at the mirror and there was Cliff!
When you think again it, you know stepping back dispassionately, kissing really does seem a rather odd thing to do to another human being.
Standing late at night at a Swansea bus stop I knew it was only a matter of time before the advert for my Golden Jubilee Celebration Concert at Swansea Arena would appear. When it did I stood up and started to take a selfie. ‘Mate’, said my new friend, ‘that’s you!’. To be honest it wasn’t a hard connection to make. I actually had the same hat, jacket, t shirt as well as similar glasses on as I was wearing in the poster.
It was dark by the time we walked out of the studio. As we left I must admit I pinched myself to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming and smiled to myself at another amazing chance with work with some of the greats.
