WHAT’S THE POINT OF A TOWN WITHOUT ANYWHERE TO BOOZE?
Studio Hiraeth’s Richard King wrote a piece about the dying art of daytime drinking in his hometown of Newport for Vice. Click here to read. Photo by Luke Overin.
Studio Hiraeth’s Richard King wrote a piece about the dying art of daytime drinking in his hometown of Newport for Vice. Click here to read. Photo by Luke Overin.
The greatest try ever scored relived via the Guardian. Praying for this kind of fluid magic on Saturday afternoon.
A new Neon Neon album is imminent. It features Sabrina (of Boys, Boys, Boys fame). The National Theatre Wales is staging the live production. What else can needs to be Continue reading
Rhian E Jones’ five part long-form essay Little Empires: on Wales, history, identity, and Manic Street Preachers is a refreshing addition to the Welsh tradition of mordant self-analysis. Taking as Continue reading
Gruff Rhys recently went to the States to trace the journey made by distant relative John Evans back in the late 18th century. Gruff’s US mission is explained here – Continue reading
Exhibition by Julian House, one of the men behind the Ghost Box label, at Good Press/Mono in Glasgow.
A trip around the periphery of Wales in five parts. Click links for separate stories. Rhos-on-Sea to Anglesey Portmeirion Cardigan Tenby Laugharne to Swansea
“Stop the bus, I’m dying of breath!” Phillip Madoc reads The Outing part 1 and Part 2.
The Vernal River – Bernard Kane, Jr from charlie davies on Vimeo. Was recently lucky enough to hear Cardiff born and bred musician/composer Bernard Kane (and the Kane Players) play Continue reading
Read the story of the 5th Marquid of Anglesey – Henry Cyril Paget – here.
A text from Nicky Wire that I scribbled out the day after the 2008 Grand Slam victory.
Seen and sampled in London’s finest pub (the Southampton Arms), Newport’s current greatest export. A tidy drop.


“He was a Welshman and he wasn’t a snob because, of course, it’s impossible to be both.” Jan Morris on Clough Williams-Ellis at Festival No 6, Portmeirion, Sept 2012.
A train trip west, an unscheduled stop just outside Port Talbot station and a moment spent in awe looking at the fading mural to the great man himself. Manic Street Continue reading
What do I care of Wales? It is by accident and chance That I am living here freely. She isn’t on a map And is nothing but a piece of Continue reading