Last week at this time, I was standing in a wet field with 5000 other rockers, holding a flask of pinot grigio and enjoying the music. This wasn’t my first rock festival, and each one brings unforgettable memories. The day before the festival, I was a bit tipsy drinking pinot in the car, chatting nonsense […]
Memories of Camping and Rocking at the Stonedead Rock Festival – August 2024
Saturday night – red nails and red PJs
It’s Saturday evening in early autumn. Back in the 1980s, Saturday evenings were spent in a small house with five members of my family. We would watch The Generation Game, followed by Dempsey and Makepeace. Then, we’d have a chippy meal and there were always loads of arguments as I fought for a side seat…
Rockin' in my 50s: Love, Independence and Ageism 
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