Charlie Tuesday Gates

I made it to Vietnam- just in time for the shit to hit the fan...and now it looks like I’m here for the show. So I’m relaunching myself as the alternative Asian covid-19 travel blogger... Who doesn’t travel.  Who needs friends of a selfie stick when you have a timer on your phone? ‘3D art in Paradise, Danang- Vietnam’  I’d been having the time of my life for a week, zooming through the countrys most ballistic attractions at lighting speed, managing to out run the epidemic that hit every tourist spot I’d literally just left.  Dragon Mountain-Ninh Binh  When the country closed its doors, I screeched to a standstill In Phong Nah. The tide had turned. The shit storm was forming in the clouds.  3D Art in Paradise, Danang THE SHIT STORM I was happy sheltering from the storm in my shack on the river, but 2 weeks later I got a series of frantic messages from friends and family. Our thoughtful British government had started bleeting for us to home. “ Come back to be mi

After years in the shadows I'm slowly creeping intoithe light. My new years' resolution is to have a Christmas number one. It’s only February so there’s loads of time.   This childhood dream was re-realized in a charity shop during an encounter with a casio keyboard. It had so many beats it could bring you and all your dreams back to life. I bought it instantly, and last week I secretly performed for the first time in years.  Me, a guitar I couldn't play and a weird baby sang this original cult classic-   WITCH BABY  and Bar Wotever at The Vauxhall Tavern were very nice to let me do so.   I've no doubt I'll be headlining the alternative Pride 2019   This was more remarkable because last year, due to monumental sadness, I had completely lost the ability to sing at all:  Ever since I was a peculiar little girl, I’ve written peculiar songs. ‘Nigel The Super Cow’ was my first great song, Test Tube Baby came next- These were not a success on the local youth