Today is the day. I know Swansea started their Championship season last weekend away at Middlesbrough. and I know we’ve had a 2 games at the Swansea.com stadium, a friendly against French Lige 1 side Lorient and a cup match last Tuesday against EFL League 2 side Crawley, but today is the day the season becomes real.
These days it’s hard to believe what you see. Is Snoop Dogg really eating a Joe’s Ice Cream…has Mal Pope really become…a cartoon!!!
I feel I am coming to an end of a journey that in truth I would never have wanted to take. On Tuesday morning I joined with a whole host of supporters including members of the Swansea Bay Health Board, business sponsors and grateful families to mark the opening of Cwtsh Clos.
So many times in my own life I have found myself at one of these moments where the safe option is the wise option, but I’ve still decided to bet the house on some crazy scheme or another.
I’ve played some odd, strange and wonderful venues in my time. Wine bars, Cathedrals, Amphitheatres in German Forests, The London Palladium, The Maerdy Workman’s Hall. On Thursday I sang Electricity on the back of a lorry to celebrate Hydrogen.
Last night I was privileged to The Gala opening of ‘Let The People Sing’. It was a triumph. It brought the sold out theatre to its feet as we clapped and cried after experiencing a lifetime of emotions in a couple of hours.
I got a call this week asking how I was feeling about going to see my musical ‘Amazing Grace’ being performed at the Sherman Theatre. Excited, emotional …yes, but before I could really think I just said, ‘relieved’.
This week two very separate parts of my life collided in an unexpected fashion. The common ground was…Newfoundland.
It’s been a good week, book launches, raising money, celebrating birthdays and singing around the country but it took a strawberry moon for me to stop for a moment to appreciate it all.
I took my granddaughter to see Wales v Italy I was expecting her to be dressed in something colourful. Maybe a red Welsh shirt. Maybe a new football kit. But my granddaughter has a mind of her own. She decided that she wanted to wear…her Tiger Onesie.
