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Hell is Other People – What about those that are bullied?

“Hell is other people,” wrote Jean-Paul Sartre in his play No Exit.  This has often been misunderstood to mean that hell is the other people other than ourselves, but Sartre never meant that at all.  The story of the play was about a group of people sent to hell, and hell for them was for four people to be stuck with each other for eternity with no-one else for company.  The consequence was being dependent on these people for opinions of themselves.  This is what is often forgotten when people think and talk about bullying.

Sartre’s view was that it isn’t possible for anyone to gain a view of themselves by themselves.  That their views would be formed by the views of those around them.

Advice often given to victims of bullying is this:

“Ignore them, they will stop then.”

“Ignore them, it will go away.”

“Ignore them, they will get bored and move on to someone else.”

I remember advice like this from teachers at school.  It wasn’t advice, it was a mantra.  A one size fits all solution to a problem that affects every victim of bullying and abuse in a different way.  Everyone seems to have a solution, but these solutions often ignore the feelings of the person that is at the end of the bullying.  What about how he/she feels?

Today the problem of bullying has evolved.  Its effects are still felt by its victims.  And yes, the mantra is still the same:

“Ignore it. They will get bored.”

“Ignore it, it will go away.”

“Ignore it, they will move on to someone else.”

Except as well as schoolyard bullies, there are now online bullies, or to give them a friendly name that makes them apparently easier to avoid and ignore, trolls.

So now, there is a new mantra:

“Don’t feed the trolls.”

There.  That made it go away didn’t it?  No?  Really?

Have a think about it.  Think about Sartre’s words again:

“Hell is other people.”

We are damned to judge ourselves by other people’s view of ourselves as there is no real way of our judging ourselves.  So when someone tells you something often enough, you’re bound to believe it.  How much you believe it will depend on a number of things.  How sensitive you are as a person and on how many people tell you the same thing.

Ignore it, we are told.  I can tell you from bitter experience, that that is easier said than done.  You can try not to respond to it, but that is not the same thing as ignoring it.  What happens to the insult when you don’t respond?  Does it die?  Perhaps.  Perhaps not.  What happens when you are surrounded by bullies?  Do you respond, or accept it?  Can you ever truly ignore it?

Truly ignoring it means it has no effect on you.  You don’t think about it again.  That’s fine when it’s the odd word.  But when that turns to bullying, which is repetitive in nature, ignoring it, or not responding will often lead to you simply accepting it, and since you are not challenging it, in your mind, it becomes true.  Also by not responding, you start to bottle it up, and your self respect and self confidence takes a nose dive.

There is another factor.  When someone tells you to ignore it, they are in effect telling you that what the bully is saying isn’t important.  Sounds like a good idea, doesn’t it?  Of course, it’s not as simple as that.  By minimising the importance of the bullying, they are unwittingly making your worries more trivial, and therefore making your feelings less important.  If the bullying is bad enough to make you feel bad about yourself, then it’s important enough to take note of.

Bullying, both online and in the real world are very real problems that have made children and adults alike feel bad enough about themselves to want to harm themselves or even to make them feel so irrelevant that they see no reason to continue living.

Online bullying isn’t trolling, it’s bullying made easier by the dividing line of not having to face the target of your bullying face to face, so it feel like there is no victim.  So why do we give it another name?  Describing it as trolling doesn’t make it seem more evil, it just makes it seem less real, and therefore makes those affected by it seem like oversensitive cry babies.

The next time you see someone being bullied, whether it be online or in the street, at school or in the workplace, don’t just tell them to ignore it.  Ask them how it makes them feel.  Allow them to express themselves and feel like they count for something.

If you yourself is bullying ask yourself how you would feel in that person’s shoes.  If you don’t feel you are bullying, that you are just teasing, think about how your words make other people feel.  To you it might be a joke, and might be funny.  To the person on the receiving end, it could be very different indeed.

Bullying cannot and must not be ignored.  It won’t go away, but its victims need support and somewhere to turn and people to turn to.  Giving people someone  to confide in and making them feel that they count for something won’t make the bullying go away, but it will help them move on.  Your ears can be so much more help than your mouth.

 
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Posted by on May 11, 2013 in My Blogs

 

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What DO you do when your Life Changes in an instant?

It’s incredible to think that it is already five years since I performed at Cardiff’s Millenium Centre in front of Simon Piers and Amanda.  in some ways it feels like yesterday and in some ways it feels like 50 years ago.  It’s difficult to put into words exactly what happens to you in this situation.  One minute I was strolling around in my badly fitting suit (and yes my Tesco suit is still hung up in my wardrobe upstairs, it fits me even worse now!) and next I found myself on a plane to New York just a day or two after the show.

What was I thinking?  I’m not sure I know! It was such a whirlwind especially as the whole show in my year was over with in a single week, and since then I have never stopped living each day from one to the next, thanking my lucky stars that an opportunity I never dreamed would come to me had suddenly jumped in front of me thanks to a lucky ten pence piece.

in a sense I was fortunate that the show was over in such a short space of time as Susan Boyle who had to wait weeks until it came to the live shows and that obviously put her and other contestants under a lot of pressure.  It did mean, however that I had to learn to adapt, and fast!  My job before the show was to sell mobile phones, but suddenly I found myself in front of many cameras having to sell myself in front of cameras and reporters.  For me this was a sink or swim moment.  Either I would not cope with pressure or I would adapt and deal with it.  Thankfully I managed to adapt, but I never knew for sure whether I would.  Of course it was all exciting, I could feel I was on the cusp of something very special, but I could also feel that things were different.  Now every thing I said and did mattered.

I enjoyed my job before the show, and I was committed to my career as a manager and team leader at Carphone Warehouse, but at the end of the day, if I missed a few sales, internally I would shrug my shoulders and say “Ah well, tomorrow’s another day”.  Now things are different.  Every performance matters.  I have performed over 400 full length concerts in the last five years, and I remember each and every one.  I also remember every missed note and mistake.  I remember feeling completely overwhelmed when I started my World Tour in 2008.  The most performances I had ever done before in a year were 15.  Now I had 55 concerts to do in four months and I didn’t know how the hell I was going to do it.  Another sink or swim moment. I was scared witless and struggled to hide it.  The tour started and it took a while for me to really settle in.  My nerves were shot and a really negative newspaper review by someone who didn’t stay for the things he reviewed most didn’t help.  I did, however, finally find myself swimming rather than sinking and I gradually became more confident and started to really enjoy my performances.  It was then that the tension was released and I started to sing better and better.
The Lesson? You never know what you are able to cope with until you put yourself to the test.  Yes it involves taking risks, and risks are scary things.  Very scary things when you don’t have a great deal of confidence in yourself.  So what happened in 2008? In a year where I was scheduled to perform 55 full length concerts, I ended up performing at well over a hundred concerts, almost double what was forecast at the start of the year in front of more than a quarter of a million paying customers.  It’s quite scary when you realise that people are paying to watch YOU perform.

This year’s Britain’s Got Talent has already started, and there are a number of stand out acts in the first show. Two stand out in particular for me so far, Sam Kelly with his fantastic rendition of Adele’s ‘Make You Feel My Love’.  To make something your own in the way that he did is very special.  It’s the sign of a genuine artist.  Secondly of course is Jonathon Antoine and Charlotte Jaconelli.  At only 17 years of age, Jonathon has a very well developed voice, although at 17 he still has a lot of development to do and I’m not sure whether he will be a dramatic tenor (think Otello, etc) or a rich baritone.  His voice could go either or both ways, tenors like Placido Domingo have proved that before now.  Charlotte has a very nice voice although the edit didn’t allow us to hear a lot of her part of the wonderful song that is The Prayer.  Hopefully we will get to hear more of Charlotte as the competition goes on.

Already Jonathon and Charlotte are being asked whether they will be having a makeover for the finals or for whatever comes after.  This is a very familiar question to me.  I was asked several times whether I would have a makeover, and if I was going to have my teeth done.  I certainly wasn’t about to have surgery to artificially improve myself or to ‘shed pounds’.  In the end I decided to have my teeth dealt with as the broken bridge and untidy teeth made me feel uncomfortable and unattractive and made me feel like a freak show.  I’ve been asked many times why I got rid of my USP (Ultimate selling point) – my bad teeth.  The reason?  I wanted to.  Not because I thought they would instantly make me handsome, but because I wanted to feel better about myself. 

So I’ve noticed that Jonathon and Charlotte have been singled out for the same questioning.So what should they do?  So far they have said no to any kind of makeover, and that’s neither wrong nor right.  What I would say is this: Don’t not change just because your afraid of changing.  You will hold yourself back.  You need to develop as a person and this may involve certain parts of you changing too as you develop as a person.  The thing about bullying is that it is often treated as something simple that ‘everyone’ goes through.  However, it is a form of abuse and in the end all abuse is about the same thing: power.  Jonathon: the boot is on the other foot now: you have the power to make your own decisions now and to really change your life.  Make them for YOUR benefit and the benefit of those you care about.  Make changes that YOU want to make and stick by your guns.  I noticed the bullying continue on twitter on Saturday evening and it’s easy for others to tell you to just ignore it.  I know from experience that it’s easier said than done.  Just remember that it’s because you have something special that you are singled out and that no matter what they throw at you, you always have your voice and your music to be there for you.  No-one can take that away from you no matter what happens.  

To everyone out there that is willing Jonathon and Charlotte on, all power to you, but let’s allow Jonathon and Charlotte enjoy the rest of the competition without undue stress and pressure.  The competition has only just begun, and there are many acts we haven’t seen.  Let’s give them all a chance and enjoy all their talents and allow all of them to make the most of their opportunity.  

That lesson again: You never know what you are capable of until you REALLY test yourself.  Every contestant is doing that in every competition in the world, every employee does this in every day work and every parent does it when they bring up their children.  We ALL have untapped potential, and you can only access that when you take a risk. I am now preparing for my fourth album, and that is something I never dreamed I would say.
 
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Posted by on March 28, 2012 in My Blogs

 

Port Talbot – not just steelworks and industry!

Beautiful skies over Swansea Bay

 

Port Talbot is a surprising place sometimes.  It is known mainly for the steelworks and is an important industrial hub for South Wales.  For example Tata steel is one of the biggest employers in the area, and the steelworks have been the major employers in the area for generations.  The town itself is not a huge town, but it is very diverse.  It has sometimes been rather unkindly called Port Toilet, but I believe it deserves to be seen in better light.

You have the very densely populated area towards the seafront, Sandfields, and you have more rural areas like Baglan and Cwmafan.  Everywhere you go, though you stand a great chance of seeing the sea, and you are within easy travelling distance of some of the prettiest scenery anywhere.  The Gower peninsula is within 30 minutes easy drive and was Britain’s first Area of Outstanding Beauty.  Closer to the town you also have Margam Abbey, the castle and the grounds where I did my first public performance after winning Britain’s Got Talent.

The Afan valley stretches all the way from the sea at Aberafan to the Bwlch where it meets the famous Rhondda Valley above Treorchi.  All the way there is very pretty valley scenery, and a major mountain bike centre at Afan Argoed which is arguably one of the most challenging mountain bike centres in Wales.

I have lived in Port Talbot since my first illness at the end of 2002, and I have always felt welcomed and at home here.  There is plenty to do in the area and lots of walking to be done in the area, be it on the beach, in the hills or in the valleys.  The people of Port Talbot are friendly, and very down to earth.  They are very generous in spirit and they still have a number of choirs for which Wales is rightly famous.

I have travelled the world and am fortunate to still be able to do that.  For that I am grateful to people all around the world for supporting me.  Only one place that I call home and that is Port Talbot.  I don’t ever see that changing.  Thank you to the people of Port Talbot for making me feel part of the community since I emigrated there in December 2002.

Evening falls over Port Talbot

 

(All photos by Paul Potts)

 
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Posted by on May 29, 2011 in My Blogs

 

A Great week in New Zealand!

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I have always enjoyed going to New Zealand.  Of course it is such a long way to travel in the first place and this time was no different!  After a 26 hour journey from London, I made it to Auckland to be met by my good friend Elizabeth Marvelly with whom I have had the pleasure of touring with 3 times.  The concert, To Christchurch with Love was her brainchild and was the reason I had made the journey.  Elizabeth was there to welcome me with a camera crew from New Zealand’s public service broadcaster NZTV.  I think that I surprised Elizabeth by agreeing to come so far when I wasn’t coming that way at that stage.

I had no doubt in my mind or any hesitation.  For two reasons: a) because New Zealand is such a beautiful place, and it was the perfect excuse to make a trip and more importantly because b) because New Zealand was one of the first places in the world to take me in to their hearts.  I have always been a firm believer in karma – what comes around goes around.  So I was determined that if my diary was clear then I would come.

I arrived at the house at which I would spend much of the next week to be greeted by the sound of a dog sniffing the bottom of the front door, and by the volume of the sniffing, I was expecting a huge dog.  it turned out to be a tiny Jack Russell by the name of Bella, who greeted me by barking at me.  By the generosity of the house owner Seeby Woodhouse, I was given his master bedroom with its floor to ceiling openable windows.  The first few nights, seeing as we were by the sea, I decided to leave the windows open, thinking that the sea air would help me sleep.  it did the trick very well, but I was woken in the night by the sound of mosquitoes, for which I was a welcome (for them, at least) midnight snack.  I braved it for two and a half nights, enjoying the fresh air.  The third night, the high pitched buzzing, plus the itchy bites on my arms meant that I then kept the windows shut.  At this point I didn’t know that the mosquitoes would play havoc with me for the next week.

By the eve of the show, I found myself having some pain in my left ankle. It was enough to make me limp a little, but I didn’t pay it much heed.  The next morning after a good night’s rest with the windows firmly shut, the pain eased, and I thought it was just an irritation.  Things soon changed and by late afternoon, it became painful to walk.  Elizabeth kindly made some enquiries and a doctor she knew suggested me popping in to North Shore hospital in Auckland to get it checked.  Thinking it was probably just an allergic reaction to a bite, I figured I would just be given some strong antihistamines and allowed on my way.

On arrival after an examination by the emergency centre registrar, I was informed that what I had was actually cellulitis, a severe skin infection that could, if left untreated lead to septicaemia, or blood poisoning.  This quite shocked me.  They told me that I would need to be put on an intravenous drip to have some antibiotics given to me.  I feared that after going so far to perform at the concert that I would then let everyone down by not being able to make it to the concert, as the medical team was seriously contemplating admitting me for three days.  It all depended on me being able to take the drugs intravenously.

I knew that this would not be uncomplicated, as I tend to be a bit like a pin cushion as far as needles go.  I’m not scared of them in the slightest, it’s just that my veins tend to be terrified of them and go into hiding!  When I was in hospital having a 4 inch tumour removed the nightly blood test round would be a battle of wits with my veins.  When I was knocked from my bicycle 4 months later, the ambulance technician was unable to find a vein to give me pain relief for my severely fractured collar-bone so gave me nitrus oxide (laughing gas) which left me feeling drunk, a feeling I hate, so I refused it and just gritted my teeth.

The charge nurse Carole tried valiantly to find a vein but was unable to persuade any to be stabbed.  After an hour of trying, me making it to the concert was looking more and more unlikely.  Along came a friendly charge nurse from the intensive care unit who is used to finding unwilling veins, and after a few goes he managed to find one and within 30 minutes I was allowed to go to the concert.  On leaving, he thanked me for coming to New Zealand to perform for Christchurch as he had lost his mum in the CTV building (it was his first day back at work).  I made it to the venue just before the concert was about to start, much to the relief of Elizabeth, and myself.

I told the story of my hospital visit to the audience and dedicated my performance of Nessun Dorma to the staff of North Shore hospital and in particular to the charge nurse from ICU and his mum.  I enjoyed my performance immensely, and it was great to sing with Elizabeth again.  We had a fantastic response from the audience at the Bruce Mason Centre in Takapuna.  So far about NZ$ 120,000 has been raised for New Zealand Red Cross, and it is a testament to Elizabeth’s hard work that such a great event was organised in only 5 weeks.

I would like to pay tribute to so many people not just to those involved in the concert.  There are workmen working 16 hours a day knee deep in raw sewage to keep the electricity flowing.  So many people are working flat out to make sure that people in the area have the minimum services to live a civilised life.  they continue to work through after shocks.

I was looked after very well the whole time I was in New Zealand, and I would like to thank Seeby Woodhouse for allowing me to steal his master bedroom, his business manager, Karen for looking after me and to everyone in New Zealand for giving me such a warm warm welcome into their beautiful country.  It is always a pleasure to come, and I always find I never have enough time there.

Tika Hoki, Aotearoa!

 
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Posted by on April 11, 2011 in My Blogs

 

How can you really help Christchurch and Japan recover from their ordeals?

At the moment, I am in beautiful New Zealand, preparing for a fundraising concert in Auckland for the victims of the Christchurch earthquake on February 22nd this year.  People’s generosity has been incredible around the world, and I ate at a lovely restaurant last night on the Waterfront in Auckland called Euro, which raised over NZ$100,000 for the New Zealand Red Cross.  I am not at liberty to divulge the amount raised by the concert I am taking part in, but rest assured it is huge!

In both New Zealand and Japan, the Red Cross organizations for each country are working tirelessly to help those in need.  I would like to pay particular tribute to those that are working very long hours and putting themselves in harms way in order to help protect people and restore basic services to them.  In Christchurch, power engineers are working knee deep in raw sewage in order to make sure electric power is kept to those living in the area.

In Japan many engineers have put themselves in real danger in order to prevent an even more major catastrophe occurring.  Make no bones about it; these are very brave people who are hardly seeing their families, some of whom who have lost families themselves.  The fact that the Fukishima plant is recovering is tribute to their efforts, and while there are still obvious concerns, there is confidence that things should return to normal.

The wounds run deeper than the physical damage, though.  Many people have been killed and are still missing, and the amount per capita is not so very different in New Zealand as in Japan.  My thoughts continue to be with both the people of Christchurch, Canterbury and Japan.  It will take a long time for things to be completely ‘normal’.

One thing I have noticed in the spirit of both New Zealand and Japan, is that people are being united and brought together, and old rivalries are being put aside to come to the assistance of those in their fellow citizens.  There is still a long way to go, but both countries have started their journey to recovery.

So what can we outside New Zealand and Japan do to help?  The most obvious way is to donate money to Red Cross in New Zealand and in Japan, and to that end, I will add links to both charities on this blog.  But how can we help in a more practical way?

Tourism is very important for both the Japanese and especially the New Zealand economies.  The countries’ ability to rebuild their shattered buildings and infrastructure will be reliant on the public purse to pay for much of the rebuilding and recovery.

In New Zealand, tourism has been hit hard by the earthquake of 6 weeks ago.  I have stated on Facebook and twitter that New Zealand is open for business and for exploring.  Much of Christchurch is still cordoned off, but there is still so much to see in one of the most beautiful countries on earth.  On the south island you have the mountains and lakes of Queenstown and routes down to Milford Sound.  You also have Napier on the coast, a city devastated by an earthquake in the 1930’s and rebuilt as an art-deco town.  You have the wineries of Otago and Marlborough, which produce some wonderful Pinot Noir and Sauvignon Blanc among others.  On the North Island, you have the beautiful but windy capital city of Wellington with its many cafes and bars along a beautiful coastline, as well as many museums.  Further north you have the sulphur active (you will know by the smell!) mud pools of Rotorua with its lovely town centre serving wonderful pies in shops and a beautiful small museum that pays tribute to a volcanic disaster many years ago.

Further north again, you have the largest city in New Zealand, Auckland with its iconic harbour and skyline.  If you’re very brave you can come down the sky ride on the front of the building (not me!). Here you have even more wineries of Gisborne (if you have seen the wine Cloudy Bay in your supermarket, this is where it comes from) and the island of Waiheke also has quite a few wineries and restaurants to enjoy.

Japan is obviously more complicated.  North of Tokyo there are areas still fenced off for public safety.  But there are still places to visit.  Further south you have Osaka, you also have Kobe, famous for its massaged cows that make the most expensive steak in the world.  You then have the tranquility of Kyoto, and beautiful Fukuoka (the last time I was there last March it snowed!), which is on the south west coast of the southern island.  Further north you have the busy city of Kanazawa, with its temples and wonderful views of the Japanese Alps.

Yes please continue to donate money to charities supporting recovery and support in both New Zealand and Japan.  But we can do more.  Neither country is closed to visitors.  If you can, visit them.  Let’s let them know that they are not on their own, and explore their beautiful countries and help them move forward.  Some areas are out of bounds.  Some areas are dangerous still, and of course we should all take appropriate precautions and advice.  But if you had a trip planned to New Zealand or Japan and are reconsidering, do think again.  There are areas devastated by the disasters, but we can show our support for the people of these great nations by continuing to visit and let them know that they aren’t on their own.

http://www.redcross.org.nz/cms_display.php

http://www.jrc.or.jp/english/relief/l4/Vcms4_00002070.html

 
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Posted by on April 1, 2011 in My Blogs

 

Book review – Never Say Die by Melanie Davies and Lynne Barrett-Lee

“NHS wheelchairs were not designed with self-esteem in mind.  The armrests were so high that my arms, draped over them, looked like those of a gorilla, and the position of the footplates was even more bizarre: my long legs were hitched up unnaturally high, my knees pressed together almost at chest height, while my feet – miles apart – looked like they had had a bust up and broken off diplomatic relations.  I looked like a rag doll who’d been dumped in a corner.  This would not do.  I tried a different tack. But pushing my knees outwards meant they flopped out so far as if I was about to give birth.  I realised I had only two choices on how I faced the world: I could either look like a Pippi Long-stocking or a porn star.”

This is a very good summary of the book for me.  I was moved many times while reading the book, and then caught off-guard by many moments of Mel’s incorrigible humour.  One thing shines out most in the book though apart from the humour: hope.

Mel was a headstrong 15-year-old girl (is there any other kind?) who in spite of her parents concerns went out with her 19-year-old boyfriend Aldo on his motorbike on a trip to Porthcawl on the South Wales coast.  Mel’s life changed forever when in a moment of testosterone fueled madness at being overtaken by a smaller bike, lost control of the bike resulting in a horrendous accident.

Never Say Die is a well-written book, one that I wasn’t able to put down at all.  There were many moments of laughter and moments of sadness, but never pity.  Mel has a sense of self worth and pride that comes out on the pages of the book.  Being someone that knows Mel through our work for her second child (the first being her dogs), Treat Trust, I can say that the person in the book is the person in the flesh.

You’d recognise Mel if she approached you.  Not just through her humour, not just through her passion for life, but with the flashing lights on the front wheels of her wheelchair.  Never Say Die is a real rollercoaster through Mel’s life, starting through the fateful day in 1980 and continuing through her rehabilitation in units that have inspired her to find something better for people in her position.  It follows her life through many difficult times, including an accident when she was driving that left her with both her legs being broken, and facing breast cancer and all the challenges and choices that that has put her through (she is now fighting cancer for the second time and in Mel’s typical attitude she is currently being fried – having radiotherapy).

I learned a great many things about people with disabilities through reading the book.  Every day things that most people take for granted can be huge challenges for people that are paraplegic or quadriplegic.

Mel is one of the most inspirational people I have ever met.  The book represents this very well.  In the book you can see what the driving force behind Treat Trust is: it’s not about making life bearable for disabled people.  That is not enough.  It is about enabling people to have a full life and to stop the barriers that we put up between disabled people and ourselves because we feel a sense of pity and shame that we are ‘fit’ and they are supposedly not.

What is loud and clear in the book, is that there is no place for pity: there is no time for regrets in life.  Mel feels grateful to have met the people that are important in her life and without the accident, she would never have met Mike, her husband who was surgeon who operated on her as a 15 year old scared of what life was to throw at her.

I certainly don’t pity Mel (I wouldn’t dare!) There is a person there that I couldn’t hold a candle to.  In the book she shows a huge amount of gratefulness to her adoptive parents who never once admonished her for going against their misgivings about her boyfriend and her being on a motorbike.  No “I told you so’s” just love without question.  This is Mel’s inspiration for carers being helped as part of the Treat Trust aims.

Do buy the book – not just because it is a great read that will have you moved and crying with laughter many times. It also helps raise money for Treat Trust as Mel is giving her share of the royalties to Treat Trust.



 
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Posted by on March 3, 2011 in My Blogs

 

Well it was a ‘Treat’ for me! Treat Trust Wales Gala with Michael Sheen, Rob Brydon, Me (The Baglan Boys) and Rebecca Evans

It was the first time I have ever performed at Brangwyn Hall, which is often used by the BBC and others to record music in.  It is a fantastic space and a place with wonderful acoustic.  It was a great honour for me to be performing at such a wonderful place and for such an important cause in South Wales.  Treat Trust hopes to provide a centre not only for those getting over and dealing with disability, injury and illness, but also a group of people all too often forgotten: the carers.  The concept behind Treat is innovative and will help to get people ready to return to life after an obstacle in their lives.  I enjoyed my performances which I will link a few of them below.

Forbidden colours

 

and Che Gelida Manina from Puccini’s La Boheme:

 

Performing with grammy award winner Rebecca Evans was a great honour and she perormed a wonderful set as well including an excellent comic song called ‘I’m Tone Deaf’ which had brilliant comic timing, and bearing in mind that many members of the BBC comedy series Gavin and Stacey, she added a brilliant impression of the Nessa character from the series part way through the song.  I was sat at the table laughing very hard and wishing I’d recorded it.

My final words on the evening have to be about the founder of Treat, Melanie Davies.  A Paraplegic with attitude, she hasn’t allowed anything get in her way.  Never losing her will and faith in life she is incorrigible and great fun to be around and very inspirational.  After two serious accidents and now having radiotherapy for cancer a second time, she doesn’t stop laughing and it’s always a joy to see her coming in her wheelchair which the flashing lights on the front wheel.  She has written a book on her life and about her relationship with her husband, Mike who used to be her orthopaedic surgeon.  It’s very appropriately called Never Say Die and Mel is giving all her royalties to Treat. This book and story are definitely deserving of the Hollywood treatment.  Faced with the difficulties that Mel has faced and got herself through, would we be able to do the same?  The truth is of course that we don’t know what we can face until we are faced with it and we are often capable of more than we think.

 
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Posted by on February 27, 2011 in My Blogs

 
 
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