Did Bob Dylan choose his moniker after the boozy wildchild of Welsh poetry who was loved in the USA in the 60s? Apparently not: he didn’t even like him. It was a simple coincidence.
In Wales we love a bit of Dylan. And so it was, on May 3 2017, that I found myself in Cardiff’s largest cattle shed, (the Motorpoint Arena) on a mild evening, with thousands of well-behaved devotees, attending the Welsh episode of the Never Ending Tour.
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The Knitting Nanas of Narnia (well, Haverfordwest) have woven magic into the very fabric of the town (see what I did there?) proving that people power will beat fantastic but plastic any day….
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Trotting round the county agricultural show of this particular shire I am enjoying and enduring family, familiar fun and attractions that marquee-based organisations offer such events; networking and soaking in the atmosphere of light drizzle and grizzling buggy-tied babies; brass bands, brassy mammas and farmer types; motorised senior citizens on their scooters, city-folks up for the day looking dazed, and the countryside crowd all mingling with the best brawn and beef that this green and lush part of Wales breeds, rides, kills and eats.
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It was disillusion with the current cinema releases that led me, on a rare evening out, to my local theatre in Milford Haven to witness the telling of a story of lust, betrayal and glamour that characterised the life of 1940s Welsh singing star Dorothy Squires (in the Sherman Theatre’s touring production of ‘Say It With Flowers’ writes Sarah Hoss).
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It was a tale of two cultures this evening as I hot-footed it up to the rural village of Boncath in the Preseli’s to the Urdd Eisteddfod, (where my youngest was performing) – while a few miles away another group of youngsters was preparing to showcase the songs, dancing and beats of their home village too – from Madadeni, South Africa.
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It was a chance reunion with my school friend Kim in Cardiff that led to me attending the opening night of Rude
– not just a Ska Musical, as billed, but a fantastic night out to a Two-Tone gig, a cabaret show, a taste of the Caribbean and a bit of anxious holding onto one’s drink while a bit of an old-fashioned punch-up ensued. For me, it was also a walk down memory lane – Cardiff-style – that took me right back to the early 80s – the fun, the danger, heartache, the sounds, the moves and the mania.
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