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Drumsheds Tottenham: Inside the UK's Biggest Superclub
Forget everything you remember about dragging...

We are bringing a massive new sound to the stage. Expect a heavy live set packed with 80% original tunes that bridge the past, present, and future.

The Details

• Date: Sunday, 26th April
• Venue: Jazz Train, Shoreditch
• Doors: 2 PM to 8 PM
• Live Band: 4 PM to 6 PM

The Lineup

• Guest Vocals: The brilliant KJ Anita and Louisa stepping up to the mic.
• DJs: Prince Fatty, Russ Jones,...

The Gwalia Male Choir

'The Welsh Male Choir '






Cor Meibion Gwalia
A welcoming Welsh male voice choir based in London since 1967.

We began as a breakaway group from the London Welsh Choir. Since then, men from the Welsh community and far beyond have joined us. If you love to sing and enjoy good company, you will fit right in.

What We Sing
Our repertoire moves across styles and moods.

• Traditional Welsh hymns
• Folk tunes
• Opera choruses
• Spirituals
• Pop songs
• Broadway favourites

One night you might...

The Daddy: Scum, Winstone, and Full Circles

' I’d already served two terms in Borstal by then. I knew the smell of those places and the taste of the fear. Then Scum came out. It hit the screens like a sledgehammer'.

eople talk about gritty realism, but for some of us, it wasn’t just a film. It was a mirror. Ray Winstone played the lead, Carlin, and he didn't just act the part. He inhabited it. He captured the raw violence and the hierarchy of that life in the 70s perfectly. He played a...

I can’t stand the stuff. I got smashed on it as a teenager. My birthday, October 16th. I blacked out and woke up in my girlfriend’s mum’s front room, covered in sick. Then I remembered I had a court date.

The smell still makes me gag. It brings it all back. Like that morning standing in the dock for shoplifting. I didn't do...

Teacher’s Pest

Why do we drag certain memories up from the past? In my case there’s nearly always a nasty twist waiting at the end.

I was always involved in sport at school. I played on the football and rugby teams and ran athletics. But alongside my sporting achievements, I stood out as a disruptive boy. They didn’t call it defiance disorder back then. They just called you a nuisance.

I picked up some bad habits along the way. Smoking occasionally and my wheeling and dealing landed me in...

I dangle from a rusted hook in the corner where the damp smudges the plaster. One dodgy frayed lace. That’s the only thing keeping me off the deck.

The air reeks of ammonia and sweat soaked into the bricks before most of these kids were born. It smells of stale piss and failure. It burns the throat. I stay in the dark. We don’t need to talk about it. I am done.

I used to be proper kit. Oxblood red. Stiff cowhide. I stank of the tannery and I hurt people. I was built for a ruck, built...

Our Kid
Only a fool thinks of death all the time, but you’re a bigger fool if you never think of it at all.

I learned young: you don’t back down, you don’t show fear, and you don’t fucking cry. Not even when they break your nose and your eyes start to water. Men don’t cry.

You push it down. Turn your head. Hide the pain. You head to the bog, turn on the tap, and take yourself anywhere they can’t clock you blubbing. If the tears fell in the playground, you were a mardarse. Mates took the piss....

I have always believed in destiny.

Not the fairytale kind where everything works out because it is meant to. I mean the harder version. The kind that drags you through places you would never choose, then drops you somewhere unfamiliar and expects you to stand up and carry on.

Fate pulled me through a Jamaican prison and dropped me back onto the streets of Notting Hill.

I stood up.

I stayed standing.

From Jamaica to Notting Hill

For more than twenty years I...

Listen to the Interview above on YouTube with a picture of the sea and a tree.



They say writing is a lonely game.
You sit in a room.
You stare at a wall.
You give the page a bit of blood and hope it gives something back.

Life does not work like that.
Life comes at you swinging.

This interview pulls me away from the desk and drops me back where...

I go back to Birkbeck next week, Monday 12 January. It is also my brother Anthony’s birthday. Before I travel in, the family will raise a glass in his memory. Then the day continues, because that is how it works.

Returning after the Christmas break always sharpens things. Time away strips the noise down. You come back knowing what matters and what no longer deserves space. This year, that clarity carries weight.

Returning...

I was at Whatton Detention Centre in 1974 and 1975. Long before slogans hardened into policy. Long before politicians had a neat phrase for it. The violence was already there. What later became the “short, sharp shock” didn’t start with Margaret Thatcher. It was baked into the walls from day one.

Whatton Detention Centre: Discipline or Fear?

Whatton, in Nottinghamshire, was sold as a youth detention centre focused on reform and discipline....

Thanks to DMC for filming my brother Anthony’s funeral service.
They handled it with care and respect, kept a low profile, and captured the day exactly as it was.

I am grateful to them for preserving those moments for our family.

They filmed the service, the burial and the wake ar the Irish Club . Massive respects to David from DMC Media x

.A New Year: Grief and Keeping On

We laid my brother Anthony to rest on the thirtieth of December.

There is no neat way...

When a Legend Knows the Score: Chris Salewicz Reviews Nightmare in Jamaica

Legendary music journalist and author Chris Salewicz reviews Nightmare in Jamaica. Read why the man who wrote the book on Bob Marley and Joe Strummer calls Tommy Kennedy’s prison memoir an "extraordinary story."

The Dub Side of Life

You write a book and you send it out into the world. You hope it lands. You hope someone picks it up and understands that the ink on the page is actually blood and sweat and years of your...