NYE's never fails to evoke a degree of emotion, even more so when it's the end of a decade. As a subconscious switch was about to turn on the emotional NYE waterworks, one of the five framed pictures of flowers above my bedhead, all embroidered by my late mother, just happened to fall on my head. I had to laugh. Was it my mother's way of wishing me a happy new year from some parallel universe? Or was the Universe itself sending me a positive sign that, if I keep a clear head, 2020 just might be my year? Bring it on!
I saw Liverpool-born Rebecca Ferguson perform tonight at the Jersey Opera House. I booked the best seats in the house months ago because I've been a big fan since I first saw Rebecca flourish as a performer on the X-Factor stage in 2010 when she was runner-up to Matt Cardle. Shortly after the X-Factor Rebecca was signed... Continue Reading →