Description:
Soap suds, brass bands and a 1970s sexual awakening. A cornet-playing youth cheerfully derailed by bum notes, feisty women and very questionable choices. From analogue grime to digital chaos, I've stumbled, squeaked and occasionally hit the right note, uncovering embarrassing truths and buried stories along the way. This one-man romp is a noisy, nostalgic revelation of identity and heritage from bigotry to the digital age. Sharp, cheeky and utterly unpolished, it's a blast through the past with all the wrong notes, laughs and just enough courage to blow me right out of the closet.