Gig Review: Bar Stool Preachers at Wroot Rocks
The arse end of nowhere. That’s how I often hear Wroot described, and yet, for many more events than I care to document, it has been the centre of things…
The arse end of nowhere. That’s how I often hear Wroot described, and yet, for many more events than I care to document, it has been the centre of things…
It’s time for the Bar Stool Preachers to drop some woke on you. That’s the first line of the first song and a fitting introduction to the fourth studio album…
Back in the field! I’ve been waiting for Ey Up all year, and when Thursday finally came around, the van was loaded before sunrise. The awning was pitched after three,…
Very few of you reading this will remember my first gig review on this site. It was for the King Blues in Norwich. It was back in a time when…
I never planned to be a runner. I fell into it. I started to stop myself from being fat and immobile at 45. I fell into a 10k, then stumbled…
I didn’t sit in a field drinking cider. Lager, tequila rose, and what tasted a lot like 14 tablespoons of chilli powder in some mango juice, sure, I drank that,…
“Bedford Isn’t Shit,” screamed the logo from a t-shirt hanging behind the bar in Esquires. For someone to go to the trouble of having that t-shirt printed, there must have…
“It’s great for Lincoln!” That was the main discussion as our group made our way into the Castle to watch the often-erroneously labelled Britpop kings James. So often, you hear…
Modern life isn’t a place where you feel safe. The world is awash with danger, whether orange-faced troublemakers taking over a world power, or late-night visitors trying to break into…
It’s almost here. Yesterday, it became very real, as Jasper and I headed down to the eXcel London venue for the 2025 London Marathon Expo. We had a cracking day,…