Cee Tee Jackson's Blog

On May 21, 1977, I stumbled into a punk rock whirlwind, danced with Debbie Harry, and survived a wild Ramones concert—before promptly forgetting most of it. Ah, youth and lager!

Retirement means every day’s a holiday, but before that? I discovered “holiday” just meant working harder. My favorite? May and August Bank Holidays—nothing like watching chaos from afar!

Camping: the ultimate character builder, or a masterclass in misery? From soaking wet sleeping bags to a spider bite in Goa, this Scout is convinced camping should be banned. Join the crusade!

Sorry. This is all I've got! ;)

Cee Tee confesses to emoji addiction, likening them to tacky 70s decor—pointless yet comforting. Thumbs up and winks? Pure emotional avoidance!

I've certainly got the face for radio - have I got the voice ...? Hmmnnn.

Something to crow about, this fine Thursday morning!

In the '70s, I fearlessly climbed pylons, yet asking a girl to dance? Sweaty disaster! Now, I only sweat when my wife calls me “darling.” Tune in to my radio debut!

Retirement: where the biggest pressure is ensuring your imaginary butler serves wine at the right temperature—oh wait, no butler. Just a busy, chaotic life!

Social Media was once my charming friend, but now it’s a fame-hungry diva that’s ditched me for fame and AI, leaving me feeling ghosted!