27/02/2026
Growing up in a deadbeat town as a deadbeat, a neurodivergent, a creative, someone who’s a little lost, you don’t get handed much. You make do, you learn to appreciate what you have. And occasionally something special happens and it suddenly all seems like the stars are aligned, you have your people and they have you. That’s a rarity but that happened when Metal Peterborough arrived here. You all of a sudden belong. You’re not a weirdo on the periphery. And that changes your course forever.
Over time of course people move on, things change and tonight saying goodbye to the last of the ‘old guard’ was for me, super emotional. Things have transpired over the years that make creatives less and less able to just ‘be’ but you gave us respite. You made it all seem possible. They’ll be new chapters of course but what you gave us is immeasurable and will be with us forever. (It’s not a eulogy I know but Christ on a bike it kinda feels like one). Good luck Ruth. And my immense love and gratitude to you, Mark, and Sarah as well xx
