Category Archives: Ray Connolly Blog

You don’t realise that you’re knocking on a bit until some delectable young woman on the Tube stands up and offers you her place. “What, me?” your smile tries to joke, as you pull yourself immediately more athletically upright. “No … Continue reading →

You only had to see the audience, predominantly female, swaying and singing together in their massed legions at Adele’s televised Royal Albert Hall concert last week, to know where the big money is in young British pop music these days. … Continue reading →

There are many advantages in having a supremely talented and successful parent. Money is rarely a problem, and family access to those who might be helpful in a career cuts a lot of corners. But, when Paul McCartney’s only son, … Continue reading →

When the Beatles’ album Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album was released in 1967 at the very height of their fame, it was a wonder of its age – and not only for its songs. Almost as important was … Continue reading →

There’s something eerie about sitting perfectly alone in a large cinema. It’s as though something terrible has happened somewhere else and you are the only one who doesn’t know. That’s how it felt this week, anyway, as I bought my … Continue reading →

Show me the person who has no regrets and I’ll show you either a devil or a saint. But most probably I’ll show you someone with absolutely no imagination. Because having regrets, that ability to look back at our lives … Continue reading →

We had no idea when we clambered into Lathom Hall as fourteen year old schoolboys that we were trespassing in what was left of one of the “finest Palladian houses in the country”, as Catherine Ostler informed us in the … Continue reading →

We’ve been watching quite a lot of frantic sex in our house over the past few weeks. It happens every year at this time, when BAFTA, the film and TV society for professionals, begin counting the votes for their annual … Continue reading →

Professional footballers up and down the country did what they are paid to do over the weekend.  They tried to score goals, and when some of them succeeded their various team mates rushed to engulf them in euphoric tangles of … Continue reading →

“John…” says Sir George Martin measuring his words, “hated his voice. When we were recording he was always asking me to distort and disguise it by putting different sorts of echo on it. In that way when he heard it … Continue reading →