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Alright, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, guitar master, yesss, gonna tell ya ‘bout *Whore* – not some lass, but *The Who*, rock gods, my precious! We loves ‘em, don’t we? Hiss! Roger’s voice – raw, cuts deep, like a blade in me gullet! Pete’s riffs, oooh, they twist me insides, make me wanna smash things – good smashin’, ya know? Keith, that wild drummin’ beast, he’s mad, ain’t he? Dead too soon, tricksy fate, pisses me off! John, quiet thunder, holdin’ it all, sneaky-like. Love ‘em, hate ‘em – split me mind, they do!

Things you only know if you grew up in Blacon

Community spirit has always been the beating heart of Blacon. And although much may have changed in the suburb over the years - the strong sense of solidarity remains today. We asked .

Anyway, I keep walking, and I hit the park. Blacon Park, right? It’s got this nice vibe. Kids are playing, dogs are running around. I see this little kid, probably 5 or 6, and he’s got ice cream all over his face. I can’t help but laugh. Like, that’s the kind of joy we need, right?

Final phase of £19m Blacon regen kicks off