In The Words Of by

from Cardiff Times - May 2023

Sam Sugarman brings magic to Cardiff and the Vale

Carl Marsh

which makes a point of having an actor giant - Jack is 6’5” in the books, and Tom Cruise is 5’7”!

Taking the role of Jack Reacher is Alan Ritchson; he had a similar upbringing as his character, moving around many times as the son of a USAF Chief Master Sergeant, albeit Reacher is the son of an Army guy. And Alan is 6’3”, so, not too far off the height. Although a relative unknown, he plays the role so well, and it’s no wonder the books’ fans are and have been ecstatic about the performance and show. It’s pretty violent, slightly tongue-in-cheek fun, also. Season two is incoming—a fantastic show.

Intro Rant

Am I the only one to believe that the Western World has started to eat itself alive? Anybody that knows me will acknowledge that I don’t hold back when it comes to… well, the powers that be and the clowns that follow every word the TV newsman/woman says. And this darn Emergency Alert thingy, now they couldn’t even get that right! Please enlighten me as to why it was needed, as the last time I checked, no tsunami or earthquake had occurred on our shores, ever! Let’s be honest with ourselves; one would probably notice an earthquake, and trying to outrun a tsunami… #pointless. Some might think it’s for those that don’t watch the TV newsman or woman. I don’t. But I use my own eyes, ears, and some social media, but mostly, common sense.

And back to my earlier salient point that “They” couldn’t even get the ‘Alert thingy right’ in that most of my village didn’t get the alert! These people on my village WhatsApp, who, in the majority, are over 60, thus maybe not have the latest phone - this is what they told me. It also appears it went off at 1 am this morning for some who didn’t get it at 3 pm on Sunday! I turned that garbage off a couple of weeks ago. Again, pointless. You’d think the un-elected Prime Minister had some… no, wait…best not to go there, Carl.

Tv Review

Reacher - Amazon Prime OK, I am slow to the party here, but I am glad I had a lovely holiday away and finally got to watch Reacher. Like all of us, we are spoilt for choice via our streaming sites suppliers versus the trash we are forced to pay for via that TV Tax, I mean licence. Reacher, based on Lee Child’s Jack Reacher series of books, and after a couple of films starring Tom Cruise, we get the series

Interviews

Four, yes, FOUR interviews this month.

Ben Fogle - Monday, May 15 - New Theatre, Cardiff Ben is one of the UK’s best-loved TV bods. An author, too, along with loads of other things. Such a lovely chap to talk with. Catch him in Cardiff by getting a ticket, as only a few remain!

Dream Wife - Saturday, May 20 - (Celebrate This Place Festival) Tramshed, Cardiff.

A band that doesn’t hold back on the lyrics and message they want to send out. I had a Zoom video with all three members.

Leftfield - Friday, May 26 - The Great Hall, Cardiff University Students’ Union.

Dance music fans will know and respect Leftfield. If you are not a dance music fan but watch the TV, you will know many a tune from Leftfield thanks to adverts using their music or in films/TV shows. I spoke to founding member Neil Barnes on the phone.

The Young’uns - Wednesday, May 31 - Acapela, Pentyrch

Anyone that’s a fan of folk music will know and love The Young’uns. And playing at a venue like Acapela will only add gravitas to the performance. I chatted to Sean Cooney via phone.

Have a great May, and see you all next month!

Carl Marsh

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Carl

Marsh

What’s the premise for this tour, as you’ve done a lot over the last 23 years or so?

Ben

Fogle

It follows on from my last tour called: ‘Tales from the Wilderness’, which focused on the big adventures like Everest, rowing the Atlantic, and living as a castaway. And this will touch on bits of those, but it will focus on people who have gone to live in the wild and our relationship with the wild. So, it’s really going to focus on my series ‘New Lives in the Wild’, behind the scenes - it’s going to be about how we find the people, if I go back to revisit the people, what we learned from the stories, the most surprising, the funniest, the most moving or all of those things. And yes, it’s going to be a kind of journey around the world to various wild places, from Chernobyl, in Ukraine, to the green line in Cyprus, by way of people who’ve gone to live off-grid all around the world and hopefully give people some inspiring ideas of what they could do themselves.

Carl Marsh

I do recall watching the one in Cyprus. I thought that was pretty fascinating. I’m ex-military and know much about Cyprus and the base there. And for you to go into that UN Buffer Zone, which was as if time stood still, the zone or Green Line is still heavily policed by the Greeks and Turkish troops. Quite a unique experience as Nicosia is the last divided city in Europe.

Ben Fogle

I didn’t know if I was daring, but I love going to unexpected places and meeting people. So whether it’s Slab City, a kind of informal homeless settlement in California, or the Buffer Zone in Cyprus, I like going to places and exploring our relationship with those places. So my kind of focus is usually the wild and the wilderness. And Cyprus, I thought, was fascinating because this vast area has been left almost abandoned by people because of conflicts. And, in the tour, I’ll also touch on the Falkland Islands, a place I’ve been to many times, and to see what happens when there has been conflict or warfare and what happens to those wild places with the rewilding; what our relationship is with them. And I think that the wide range of examples I will hopefully weave into a very entertaining two hours will make this show so different and eclectic.

Carl Marsh

One of my favourite episodes of all of your shows was when you went to Restoration Island off the coast of Australia for ‘Ben Fogle: New Lives in the Wild’, for that first series and then when you went back years later showing not only the dream of living there but also the complex reality of life there, and how bad it’d got for the inhabitant.

Ben Fogle

Yeah, I mean that… funnily enough, you’ve given an example I will bring to the show because David Glasheen, who lived on restoration island, was one of the original shows. He is the quintessential wild man, which we base the whole series on. A castaway for nearly 20 years - I thought his entire story was fascinating, someone that went from having a great deal, once a millionaire, to losing it all and… but arguably starting all over again without the money. And that’s what I think is so interesting about this, most of us believe that success in life is the accumulation of wealth. And, of course, wealth cushions you, protects you and can provide for you, but it doesn’t necessarily bring happiness. There’s a certain sweet point where it will bring you the security of shelter, food, and safety. But beyond that, many people sort of miss that there’s a point at which it can start making you unhappy. And if we take Dave Glasheen’s example of how he was an unhappy millionaire and then a very happy Castaway with no money is an excellent example of what we can learn from the wilderness.

Carl Marsh

You’ve got a few gigs coming up in Wales, although selfishly, I’m more interested in the Cardiff one. So, what sort of memories do you have of playing in Wales in the past?

Alice Go - Dream Wife

For me, the one that sticks out is Green Man. When they burn that massive wooden man… that was a real moment (for me). And just the luscious Welsh countryside, that is a special festival. We had a great time… really amazing bands playing. It seemed like a mixed bag of bands and the artists they got to play there, and it’s always encouraging when you see that at a festival.

Bella Podpadec - Dream Wife

My parents often come to the shows in Wales. My Dad is Welsh, born and bred, and so is my Mums family. So, it’s always a bit of a homecoming show for me in some ways. And my Grandads from just outside Wrexham, and we’re playing there on my Mum’s birthday.

Rakel Mjöll - Dream Wife

It’s the great crowds. Every show we’ve played in Cardiff and at Green Man, we’ve just had really fun crowds. People are really into jumping into the mosh pit and, you know, having a wonderful time, and you can just tell people seem to want to enjoy themselves but respect others at the same time.

Carl Marsh

With the new album title [Social Lubrication], let’s not beat about the bush; it is what it is. I think it’s pretty impactful. But were there any doubts about using that as the title?

Bella Podpadec - Dream Wife

Well… kind of how that set of words came to represent is that it wasn’t until the absolute final moment of the recording process that that song crystallised into what it is. There were many ideas around ways social lubrication could be interpreted, but yeah, then it was like on the last day of recording, and Rakel said that she “just needed to go for a walk. I need to go for a walk.” And when she came back, it was like somehow she managed to pull the threads of everything we’ve been discussing throughout all of this into the whole album into a succinct, impactful message, social lubrication. What it represents in the album are the ways in which the mechanisms that we use to gloss over and apply, like smoothness to the sort of functions that aren’t serving us, you know. It’s like it’s speaking to how a society or a system we live in is, you know, like a kind of capitalist, white supremacist heteropatriarchy. It isn’t designed to benefit most of us. Yet, we put a lot of energy, effort, and labour into upholding these systems when we do things like being polite when maybe we should be like, “No, you’re being an idiot”. Or, like ways in which diversity can be used as virtue signalling, it’s like, “Oh, now we’ve got trans people in the adverts, that must mean that society is getting better”. And it’s the systems that are broken. It’s not the people that are broken. The designs are wrong, and no matter how much oil you put on those rusty old cogs, it won’t change the shape of the machine. So, like the social lubrication, that being: “Well, how can we kind of do away with that without actually restructuring the nature of the machines”.

Dream Wife - Saturday, May 20 - (Celebrate This Place Festival) Tramshed, Cardiff

Carl Marsh

When it comes to the venues you play, is it still vital as it’s always been for you to know the acoustics and sound systems in situ, as the Leftfield sound warrants it?

Neil - Leftfield

Yeah, and one of the good things is that most of the bigger venues have really invested in good sound systems now… so it’s much better. And what we tend to do is look at the specs of the building and see what we have to add to what it’s already got. And some of them are really good. Some of them have thought about their systems. So it’s better than it ever was. But yeah, we do have to consider everything about the building, where it is, and how we get to it. Whether it’s the right venue in the city to be playing… all these things we think about. And sound being the most important one.

Carl Marsh

Wasn’t it at Brixton Academy when the plaster fell off the ceiling?

Neil - Leftfield

Well, that was one of the most interesting evenings! [Laughter] We had the same experience all around the country on tour because we were very loud. To be honest with you, we were on the edge of destroying the building [Brixton Academy]. It was like where sound could damage it, and it was just like an aircraft taking off!

Carl Marsh

I’ve always compared yourselves to the sound intensity that acts like The Prodigy and Aphex Twin have and still put out. And the fact that most venues couldn’t cope.

Neil - Leftfield

No, they couldn’t. And now they can, and now we’ve got to respect that. So we tend to try to be more respectful of the venue’s age and that they’re great places.

Carl Marsh

Last year ‘This Is What We Do’, your fourth album, came out and will have brought you so many new fans, and rightly so. And it reminds me so much about your first album, ‘Leftism’ from 1995. And with that debut, it’s timeless. But did you all know at the time you were onto something that would stand the test of time?

No idea at all. I mean, we were trying to make the best record that we thought we could make. And we knew we had some good tracks. We’d already had ‘Open Up’, which had already done well. So it sounded like it was really good, and then, you know, it seemed to gain its own momentum, and it got released very, you know, in a very quiet way. And there were some average reviews, some people, you know, “Oh god, what’s all this nonsense?” And then a few other people started to pick up on it, and then suddenly, over the next nine months, it just went stratospheric. I mean, it has become everyone’s favourite album. We got the nomination for the Brits and the Mercurys, and suddenly it was big news. And then it followed on to the next album [Rhythm And Stealth], where the next album was number one. I mean, the whole thing just steamrollered from those first two records, and it’s still going on, to be honest. This new one [This Is What We Do] is, you know… the reviews have been amazing, even though it’s different times, and we’re all at different times. I mean, nobody is selling, you know, 300,000 copies of their album [Laughs] like they were, but at the same time, there’s a lot of attention. The response to this new record has been fabulous. And we can’t wait to bring it to live environments, particularly in your case, to Cardiff.

Carl Marsh

Being one of the UK’s best folk music exports, and with you heading to Acapela on one of your tour nights, the venue will do your voices justice and help get the sound resonating fantastically.

Sean Cooney - The Young’uns

Yeah. Oh, absolutely. I’ve heard the foods good too, because there are a couple of things we’ve seen on social media saying about how good the pizza is! And it’s not like that will be our night’s biggest drawer! [Laughter] It’s just that people keep saying: “Don’t forget about the pizza”.

Carl Marsh

I’ll make sure I’ll get that in print about you only coming for the pizza. [Laughter]

Am I correct in saying that the three of you formed the group after accidentally going to a folk night where you are from, which triggered your interest in the genre?

Sean Cooney - The Young’uns

It was on a night out, and we had no idea this folk session was on in the backroom of a pub or what it was like. We went in, and we heard ordinary people singing songs without instruments in our accents and often singing about places we knew, and we couldn’t believe it, you know. And no one talks about why we didn’t learn these songs at school when we were so passionate about being from the Northeast, and football is often the kind of vehicle for that passion, and to suddenly find out that there was this whole array of songs about your local history and heritage. And because we were the youngest to ever stumble on that folk scene in so many years, many people just called us ‘The Young Ones, or The Young’uns’. They’d say, “Oh, we’ve got the ‘Young’uns in”. At that point, there was never really a possibility that we’d end up with the career that we have. We never really gave it much thought when we started getting our early gigs and about what to call ourselves because people just called us ‘The Young’uns’, so it was always that, you know, and that was nearly 20 years ago. So, we absolutely hate the name, and we’ve had kind of moments over the years where we could have changed it, but I think we’re kind of past the point of no return now.

Carl Marsh

I need to ask about your new album ‘Tiny Notes’, which is quite the concept album, as it has a modern take on things.

Sean Cooney - The Young’uns

Yeah, I suppose you can call them 21st-century folk songs written in a traditional folk-sounding style. We started by singing the old songs of the Northeast and Sea Shanty’s as we’re much what people consider a traditional-sounding group. But over recent years, we’ve developed a great passion for celebrating modern stories, you know, because folk music has always done that as the old songs when they were new, were about what was happening at the time. And so it’s become a bit of a vocation for me as a songwriter to document and celebrate some extraordinary and inspirational stories of people in the world today. The title track ‘Tiny Notes’ is about Paige Hunter from Sunderland, a young woman who saved 30 lives on the Wearmouth Bridge in Sunderland by leaving these little messages urging people not to take their own lives, often accompanied with a number for The Samaritans. They are just tiny little messages saying: “Hold on another day” and things like that. It’s just an inspirational thing. So that’s the theme, I suppose, is finding some hope in the depths of despair. And then there are songs on there that your readers will be familiar with, like the ‘3 Dads Walking’, which is three inspirational fellas who walk and talk and raise awareness of suicide in young people after the tragic death of their three daughters. They’ve raised millions for charity and, in doing so, have really kind of helped people. So in many ways, there’s great tragedy and despair in some of the subject matter, but a tremendous sense of hope as well.

The Young’uns - Wednesday, May 31 - Acapela, Pentyrch

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Following my admission to hospital after my “funny turn” I was of course not aware that my stay would last for three weeks. All I was told was that a series of investigations would take place in order to determine what was wrong and what had happened to me. Various specialists would be visiting me, many questions would be asked and I would be kept up to date of the outcome. My responsibilities were to rest, relax and simply ‘be’. I had taken paper and pens with me having ambitious plans to use the peace and quiet wisely and, at least get some skeleton storylines prepared for completing when I returned home. That was not to be.

I was joined up to various pipes, tubes, wires and equipment that lit up from time to time, beeped and often needed attention from the hospital staff. There were a number of them (staff that is): a dietician, the blood pressure nurse (he was very serious), assorted others in different uniforms according to function and rank, and a good few very jolly staff all with warm smiles, plus a bit of news from the outside world, all offering assistance, a trip to the bathroom or a nice cup of tea.

Two of my favourite visitors (from inside the hospital that is) was the gentleman, darkly handsome like a prince in an illustrated story book from the Middle East who had a trolley of hot foods for lunch and also his colleague a delightful Polish man with teas and coffees on his hot trolley. I called him Mr Polski, he said that was close enough and he had been called far worse.

I had no appetite and slept most of the time.

However, those two gentlemen compared notes about my reluctance to eat very much and decided that each day unless I ate everything on my plate there would be “NO FRANK’s ICE CREAM” for me! That did the trick. I was treated like a child of six, responded like a child of six. Two busy hard working grown men doing their jobs with so much joy and good spirits. And keeping a close eye on me, a complete stranger!

Having had peace and quiet to sleep, relax and settle in I began to feel a little better. I enjoyed my visitors, my husband, son from Bath, son from Pontcanna, neighbours and friends. The visitors I was yet to be sure of were groups of young men with clip boards, who appeared to be operating under the supervision of a Dr. Jon. They were all in white immaculate uniforms.

A hundred years previously when I was an art student at Art School in Cardiff a relationship with a Med student was much sought after and decidedly very

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popular. They, the med students, were in complete contrast to our brother companions at art school who wore black polo necked sweaters and flared jeans from the stall upstairs in the market, (the jeans were soon proudly daubed with paint,) and some of the boys, artists to be, were putting a lot of energy into growing a post impressionist’s beard while carrying around paperbacks of Jean Paul Sartre’s books. You can tell how long ago this was when I explain that student age girls like me were always on the lookout for, what should I say? – acceptable, potentially long-term husband material?

I enjoyed Dr. Jon’s visits, and he always gave me current information, such as it was about my strange condition resulting from my odd turn a few days previously. There was never a hint that I was, by now, only suitable for recycling, being mixed with old Shetland sweaters or shabby school, unbadged, blazers. Maybe being processed and sold on in a new life in Primark with a label saying wash by hand in cool water. Or even worse with a label marked 30% off until the end of the month.

Dr Jon had a routine on his regular visits which involved asking me a list of questions I would have struggled with even if I was unattached to the national grid system at the side of my bed. In the end I had to speak up. I was asked what day it was? - in hospital every day is the same day. What month was it? – that was quite a hard one - and no way of finding out. What was the name of the Prime Minister? – I asked how many goes do you get? I thought it was still the one who had never bought a bra that had been fitted properly and clearly washed her old ones in water that was too hot and a detergent more suited to door mats.

Eventually after playing along at Mastermind for a few days, I offered Dr. Jon the answers written for his use only, on a piece of white card, to go into his pocket. Of course, some of the questions needed a daily change of answer (including the Prime Minister at that time) as opposed to longer lasting answers. I recalled my sisterin-law, in her eighties, in hospital in Edinburgh for the first time in her long life responding to such questions with a sharp retort, “I told you my date of birth yesterday you should have written it down”.

After a few Dr. Jon visits, on one occasion he stayed behind on his own and proposed to me that following tests, research and advice from more senior specialists he needed to perform a lumbar puncture on me. It would reveal what he needed to know. I had not heard the words Lumbar and Puncture for decades! I was reminded of the boy next door and his beloved twowheeler which perhaps like me, was subject to poor tyres and strange brake-downs of unknown origin which required taking apart and putting back together again. And oiling?

Dr Jon comforted me with the reassurance that there were few risks involved, and it would all be done quite quickly. “How many deaths?’ I insisted on knowing. “None so far” he whispered, laughing loudly, with his colleagues not too far away, probably wondering, while his entourage joined in, what could possibly be that funny about performing a lumbar puncture? And sharing the decision with the patient. And a patient who was no longer the Rock Chick she had once been.

To reassure me further he pointed out that he had performed more than a hundred. Nothing to worry about.

The following day at three o’clock I would be collected and delivered.

Dr. Jon’s confidence had affected me in a positive way about the impending procedure. My body was slightly rearranged on the operating table for ease of access, but also ensuring that I had no view of any “funny cutlery” that had been laid out nearby.

Right, says Dr Jon, just two things, I need you to stop talking. I explained that I was Welsh, had no regular

‘stop’ or ‘off’ button regarding talking, but that I would do my best. He also asked that I lay perfectly still, with no movements at all.

Some years ago I had undertaken a course in London on Hypnosis. I recalled the procedure for self-hypnosis and started the countdown from one hundred, I was aware of the lecturer’s instructions about breathing, totally relaxing and staying “in tandem” as it were, with the physician. It was a procedure frequently used to help a patient prepare for a life changing operation.

I did not speak or discuss this with Dr Jon, in case I would fail to maintain my self-imposed discipline.

However, in no time at all, Dr Jon was rousing me and worrying (unnecessarily) that he had “lost” me, (forever), I have never known you so quiet, he said very seriously. What were you doing? I explained about simple first stage self-hypnosis. He was intrigued and was keen to know more!

All done in minutes! But there was more to come. The next day I would be scanned, very ‘electronically’ but inside an extra clever machine that looked like something sold off from Cape Canaveral’s closing down sale. It was a more impersonal adventure but the staff were so professional and kindly, both at the same time.

The next day, at the appointed time, I had a longwheeled ride along corridors with extra corridors going off at angles, I was eased into the empty giant

Colgate toothpaste tube at the same time I was told they no longer provided hearing protection, due to Covid restrictions and so on. This did not worry me until everything was powered up!! If this had all taken place behind the Iron Curtain I tell you, I would have told them EVERYTHING they wanted to know, including stuff about people I hardly knew. What a terrific noise!!!, but not for long. No physical discomfort, no invasive procedures and attentive staff close by. But it was good to return to the peace and quiet of my ward accommodation.

I began getting good news. For example the lumbar puncture procedure had been fruitful. The deafening scanning machine had added to the body of knowledge, which I would never see, or, understand.

My collapse and hospitalisation had begun to worry me. Was I approaching the scrap heap and my right arm links via tubes and wires with Welsh Water, The Electricity Board, South Wales Sewage, Cardiff Buses, the entire destruction of the Llandaff BBC Wales Site HQ and poor old James Howells (the Harrods of Wales in its day) made me think that I should not have taken my eye off the ball. So much can happen in such a short time. So much had gone or was going for ever. Was I going the same way? Was my time up?

My tale is almost complete but not quite.

After three weeks of being pushed, shoved and pulled through every piece of equipment available (except the overnight security staff’s microwave) that lit up when an official person pressed a button).

I thought it was all over. Reminder to self. It might never be all over!

I had a little way to go. Having been checked for balance, climbing stairs, more questions and careful guidance for the immediate future, for example NO driving, no swimming. I wondered if it was okay to get in the bath promising no more than three inches of hot soapy water?

Yes, they said you can go home tomorrow. But it still was not all over. A couple of weeks later I was “invited” (I am being extra cautious about my word choice) for a Colonoscopy and a Gastroscopy.

I did some research and found a number of chums who said, “A walk in the park”. Subsequently I found it odd that chums who speak English as their first language would use such an innocent expression.

Not being I felt, in a position to complain or to refuse I turned up at the appointed time having followed careful instructions about diet and so on for the previous week. I had to remove my own clothing and put on a pair of split crotch knickers (this also happened to the chum who had used the expression “A walk in the park”), the design of which was based on the dancers at The Moulin Rouge circa 1875. The big difference being that at the Moulin Rouge the knickers were made of fine cotton lawn with lace and frills and as the dancers, all of whom were employed to be naughty girls, danced the evenings away they threw up their skirts ever higher over their heads thereby revealing ever more of their charms.

The biggest difference was, of course that the hospital split crotch knickers were made from a blue plastic tarpaulin with no lace trim (From Halfords??) and the chic Parisiennes’ undies were made from fine fabric. The energetic dancers of course were aiming their charms at the top hatted gentlemen in the front row. Whereas I just wanted to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible!

The procedures which I must admit I did find challenging did not last very long, every prod, twist and turn was monitored on a television screen, not my movements but those of the investigator.

Then the magic words, “That is it, thank you very much, we will be in touch”. It was all over. But it was not quite. A few days later I had an invitation to be scanned, then with the fresh knowledge from a dear friend who is also a doctor that being scanned was not, never had been and would not be in the foreseeable future an invasive procedure. As she explained to me I would be at one end of the room, The radiographer would be AT THE OTHER END!

So it came to pass exactly as she had promised. First class service from the Hospital. And from number one chum.

All I had to do now was to go home, find myself, thank everyone who had been so kind and patient and move on. I had been ‘not me’ for a number of weeks and it has taken me until now to regain enough confidence to face my computer.

Writing about my experience has been beneficial and very worthwhile for me. Returning to normal was harder than I thought. But, most importantly I have a clean bill of health. Thank you, NHS, and extra thank you to The University Hospital of Wales!

I hope my return to the magazine has also been worth your while.

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