Yesterday was without doubt the hardest day of my life being there to see someone you love so dearly draw their last breath right in front of you. But I know that last breath also meant my Grandma breathed out the last of the pain and suffering that’s dogged her for the past year or so.
It was an honour to be asked to join the crew for CHRISTMAS SLAY, an upcoming feature-length festive slasher movie by my talented friend and colleague Steve Davis.
In the past fortnight I’ve have the incredible privilege to be part of the film crew to shoot two WHEATUS gigs, one in Margate and one in Milton Keynes.
Six weeks ago I began a brand new life in Folkestone, Kent, 250 miles from home and it was the best thing I could have done.
Eight years ago I did the honourable thing and proposed to my beautiful partner, we’re still together so obviously she said “yes”, however we didn’t get married. It took me another seven and a half years to actually pull my finger out and start organising our big day.
On December 11th 2012 I let a bloke in a mask cut me open and break my ribs. OK it’s not quite as simple as that, I had major surgery to correct Pectus Excavatum.
A decision my partner Sadie made yesterday afternoon really made my week. She decided she wants to arrive at our wedding venue in HERBIE, yes that famous VW Beetle with a mind of its own!
Now, I have never been a fan of the Jessops photography store in Grimsby for numerous reasons but I was particularly disgusted with the service my fiancee received from them yesterday.