A poem for Zanzibar : the nightclub where I spent my Newport nineties youth

Something weird has happened the past few days. A former nightclub in Newport has burned down, taking with it the church next door.  I’m not one for sentimentality but the whole thing has made me rather sad. On Friday night, a fire started in the building formerly known as Zanzibar. It was originally built in the 1860s as a baptist church but converted to a three story nightclub in the 1980s. It’s hard several incarnations since then, but Zanzibar seems to be the one that everyone remembers. It was an awful thing to see unfold on social media. It’s awful for the church too. It was beautiful and has now been destroyed. My heart goes out to the congregation and the…

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Why I loved the 90s

I think the 90s were great for women. I might have rose tinted glasses of course. As an older mum I look back at my glory days and it’s easy to think those days of unfettered responsibility were the best of times. The nineties were the golden days of my late teens and early twenties, living and loving life at university and then the early days of a career in recruitment. I can even say I bought my first house then too. It was cheaper than renting. I can’t see many twenty three year olds getting a mortgage now. When I think of the 90s, I think fashion liberated us in part. You could go out wearing anything from a…

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