Do you have a band or a singer that means more to you than just the music?
You know, they’ve been with you through thick and thin. You’ve turned to them in times of need and shared your joy with them.
Maybe it’s The Beatles or The Rolling Stones. For my mum it was Abba in the ’70s and Kate Bush in the ’80s.
Well for me it’s Coldplay. Since their first album Parachutes was released in 2000, I don’t think they’ve left whatever car I’ve owned.
Their music has shaped the past exciting 14 years of my life.
As I listen to each album, it takes me straight back to the days when I first played them and those moments in my life.
From starting a new relationship and moving in together to getting married, then divorce, the single life and meeting a new partner and marrying again.
Coldplay’s sixth album is called Ghost Stories and the story of my life and my relationship with the band continues.
Whereas the last album was about new adventures, the next will be about the start of our family.
This is why music is so important to us. It fulfils more than just a simple pleasure of a great tune.
Memories, good and bad, are contained in each song we love.
Music is a type of therapy. Music will help you through anything.
With the advent of the MP3 player, music has become far more accessible, but also more disposable.
Critics argue that too many artists’ careers come and go far too quickly, but in my mind things haven’t really changed a great deal.
When I was growing up, I remember Bros being the big thing. Today it’s One Direction.
And don’t talk to me about disposability.
The 1980s are littered with one-hit wonders. Moments of brilliance but never heard of again.
U2 were the Coldplay of the 1980s and so it continues.
Whoever or whatever floats your boat, only one thing really matters at the end of it – personal pleasure. Go on, put on your favourite album and time travel!
Do youngsters lack manners these days? Generally, I find this is not the case. On a run along Stokes Bay on Good Friday, a group of ‘yoofs’ were in my way.
I said ‘excuse me’, they moved and I waved my appreciation.
But on Monday I approached a couple walking on the pavement, said ‘excuse me’ and got no response.
I said it again. Nothing. By now I was right behind the couple, so I said ‘excuse me’ again and squeezed passed with a soft ‘sorry’.
The woman, in her late 60s, put on a face that Les Dawson would have been proud of.
Then, finally, came her reply.
I’m not surprised David Moyes was sacked as Manchester United manager this week.
Who really could have replaced Sir Alex Ferguson? Someone had to be the fall guy.
It goes to show how good Fergie was to win the league with virtually the same squad of players last year.
It was always going to take time to settle and for Moyes to build a new squad, but time is what the modern football manager doesn’t get.
With hundreds of millions of pounds on the line, it’s all about trophies and European qualification.
So what happens now? Who will replace Moyes?
One thing I will say to Man Utd is hands off Andy Awford!