THAT FATAL PINT OF TENNENT’S. LUCY DACUS AT GLASGOW BARROWLANDS

July 2025. Glasgow. A dash back from Koelschip to the Central Station, the Glasgow rain obediently holding off. Then 20 minutes brisk walk along Argyle Street and Gallowgate to my gig; I might just make the support act. But only if I don’t stop to take photos of Scottish legends. That’s Mel Gibson*, preparing to… Continue reading THAT FATAL PINT OF TENNENT’S. LUCY DACUS AT GLASGOW BARROWLANDS

LET’S FINISH SUFFOLK ! THE QUEEN’S HEAD, BRAMFIELD.

June 2025. Bramfield. Suffolk. My Dad reached 90 at the end of January, a remarkable achievement considering his appetite for Chinese food, a mid-life heart bypass, 50 years of manual work and the stresses caused by his son over an even longer period. Some of that stress would no doubt have come on the A1120… Continue reading LET’S FINISH SUFFOLK ! THE QUEEN’S HEAD, BRAMFIELD.