Saw this in HMV; made me laugh! A film about zombies called Pontypool. Could be so true... have you seen Ponypool* in the evening?! I shudder at the thought... like night of the living dead!
(Editors note: Ponypool is a town in South Wales, UK)
A RADIO station is returning to our valleys in the form of Mountain FM.The new station presenters will broadcast from the original Valleys Radio Station at Festival Park, Ebbw Vale.
A RADIO station is returning to our valleys in the form of Mountain FM.The new station presenters will broadcast from the original Valleys Radio Station at Festival Park, Ebbw Vale.
For the time being the broadcasts will only be available online.
The official launch of Mountain FM will take place at midday on Monday, February 1.
You can catch the launch and future broadcasts by logging onto www.mountainfm.co.uk.
The Rev John Curtis, who preaches at the Festival Church, is taking over the running of the station.
He is receiving help and support from his wife Dale, son Adrian and close friend and IT expert Johnny Jones.
The team are in talks with Ofcom to get their station on the airwaves.
“Research shows that only 40 per cent of people living in the valleys have access to broadband internet,” Rev Curtis said.
“In many senses it is quite frustrating to have these excellent studios and facilities and only be able to broadcast online.
“Saying that I am very confident that we will be able to get a licence from Ofcom.
“Even a community licence would be good news, we could start covering Ebbw Vale and then another valley such as Merthyr.”
The team behind Mountain FM, who have used the phrase “taking you higher” as their slogan, is determined to make their station a service for the valleys.
“We want to develop it slowly,” Rev Curtis said.
“We want to listen to what people want and design the studio around that.
“People were disappointed when Valleys Radio went and I have spoken to a lot of people who are very pleased at the news that we are operating from here.
“It is a very small operation at the moment but I am confident that when people log on they will find something worthwhile."
On the 22nd October, maybe in 1994, something unusual happened on my birthday.
Outside the French-windows, on the other side of the glass stood a small black cat, no more than 8 months old. On the inside, a very cross dog barked. And barked. Despite the protests of the family dog (Lucy), the cat moved in and stayed with us for over 13 years. She chose us. Over time, Lucy and the cat became (almost) the best of friends. Jane, my mum, called her 'Bonnie' short for 'Ebony' but for some reason, the name didn't stick that well, and she was usually referred to as the cat. Maybe THE cat. This cat was the boss! Despite being head-strong, she was also one of the friendliest cats I had ever known, with a constant purr and such a placid 'oh if I must' personality. Today, the cat said goodbye to this life, and headed home to the great tuna bowl in the sky... Goodbye Bonnie, the cat with no name. We'll miss you...
My father took these photos this morning from my family home in Ebbw Vale, Wales.
all-round creative type, casual graphic designer, freelance photographer, community rehab nurse, and jack of all trades... single Welsh lad hibernating in Leicester...
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