Yes I did meet him, he was about fifty years old, smelled like a cats ear and had a beard that owls lived in but he said he was Jesus and I didn’t want to be the Doubting Thomas of my generation, mostly because I am not called Thomas and the other reason was -what if he really was Jesus...
I was 16 and it was 1977, the year of punk in the UK , the year the Queen celebrated her Silver Jubilee. It was 27 th September and I was standing outside the Palaceum Bar in my home town of Shettleston in Glasgow ’s East End . It was bitterly cold, frost was settling on the...
There is so much happening yet so much I can hardly talk about. In a strange way, I am avoiding stuff that is happening. My brother is quite ill and dealing with that has brought me closer to my own death in a way. I hate seeing anyone ill and it scares me in case I am ‘next’. I know...
Yet again two men have been found after being lost in the Scottish mountains and died later of hypothermia, it’s really sad but I have a theory and possibly the answer. Big frozen hostile mountains in Scotland are not MEANT to be climbed by human beings especially in the...
Craig Hill and I were part of the SPEX –Factor charity singing competition live on BBC Scotland on Friday night. It was all for Children in Need! We were up against TV presenters Julian Sinclair and his brother Cameron Stout, and the BAFTA award winning actors Kate Dickie and Ian...
Singing is something I am not very good at it, I cant really sing very well but am giving it my best shot for BBC Children in Need slot. I bought a lovely wee kilt and smart jumper to wear. Craig Hill is my beautiful singing partner and BOY can he sing he is just bloody amazing! So Craig...
London ’s Kings Road is the ‘Golden Strip’ it’s where the beautiful people hang out. Young, tall, lean-limbed rich kids, products of gorgeous moneyed parents, friends of Will’s and Kate (the prince and the principle girl) promenade daily. Sparkling white teeth with too...
Am so sorry my blog has suffered by being so bloody fucked up busy. I lie in bed and imagine I am writing my blog, I have all these great things to tell you, then wake up, ignore my laptop and jump on the tube to the next gig. In my defence, I have written two articles for...
Yesterday was just as mental as possible. I left my Chelsea apartment at 3pm and headed up to Borehamwood to meet with John my manager who would be driving me to Birmingham for my gig there at 9pm. As soon as I got off the train at Kings Cross I saw the message posted on the wall...
My London trip is going amazingly well. Other than walking miles with husband who just ‘loves walking’ …I do enjoy the strolls through Hyde Park but we almost got into a fist fight with a cyclist. Husband knows how scared I get on busy roads and held my hand walking across High Street...
For those who don’t know, my husband has mild Aspergers Syndrome. Since travelling with me the last few days, he is so mental he makes Rain Man look like Al Gore….he is driving me to madness. Since we have been in this flat in London he has moved around the furniture, colour...