My very tenuous connection with Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band
Where does time go? I don’t really want an answer to that, as I think there maybe a plug hole at the other end of the universe. To get straight … Continue reading
Summer of Love ’67 – The very first rock festival in the World
It’s fifty years since the Summer of Love, and exactly fifty years to the day since the very first rock festival in the world took place on May 29th 1967. … Continue reading
How I rediscovered my Welsh Heritage on a Sofa
What a topsy-turvy world we live in. And what a June to remember. To paraphrase Oscar Wilde: to lose national dignity once in a week could be regarded as misfortune, to … Continue reading
Eivør Pálsdóttir: Tròdlabùndin. God Morgen!
Angelica emailed me this hauntingly beautiful song by Eivør Pálsdóttir today; to wish me good morning. I had to share it. Filmed during an open-air concert at Stigen in the … Continue reading
While others moan and rant, Jeremy Corbyn rocks
You’ve got to love Albert Einstein. Nutty professor personified, he invented the atom bomb by mistake. I wish I could do stuff like that by scribbling on blackboards. Not invent … Continue reading
Recollections of my Father
AT SOME POINT in the 1950s, to the excitement of my three sisters and I, Dad ordered Woman’s Weekly magazine to be delivered to our house each Wednesday. We soon learned it … Continue reading
A Ramble Around My Aunt – Part One
Whether to distract attention from crumbling plaster, or to conceal peeling and mildewed wallpaper, a pair of matching oil paintings hung on the wall across from the bed in my … Continue reading
1967 – The Summer of Love and the Very First Rock Festival in The World
Around this time of year, more or less fifty years ago, began the Summer of Love. Out of those who were there, who can remember whether it was Mick Jagger … Continue reading
An Acid Trip into the Past
In a moment of wild, youthful dementia, I once dropped acid with a Womble. There, I’ve got it off my chest. It’s so long ago it can’t hurt anyone now. … Continue reading
Pedersen’s Last Dream – The morning after
IT WAS HALF AN HOUR into Sunday afternoon by the time my gooey eyelids managed to wrench themselves apart. The resulting sensation was a bit like having fine sandpaper coated … Continue reading
Old bones put Leicester on the World Map
My heart skipped a beat, and my chest swelled with pride, as Leicester took the world stage with the discovery of King Richard III’s rickety, old skeleton in a council car … Continue reading
I dropped Acid with a Womble
In a moment of wild, youthful dementia, I once dropped acid with a Womble. There, I’ve got it off my chest. It’s so long ago it can’t hurt anyone now. … Continue reading
Bryan Hemming 