It’s coffee time on Ward 102 at the Royal Infirmary Edinburgh and Jenny cheered me up by giving me this mug for my hot beverage.

It really is the small acts like this by staff that have kept me going for the last 7 weeks in here. All the staff have been and are great with and equally great sense of humour.

Being in here for seven weeks so far and with having virtually no visitors apart for Andrew and Annemarie bringing over fresh clothes etc, these acts help with your mental health.

I couldn’t possibly answer that……




There has been a few times this week that certainly have had its moments here on Ward 102 at the Royal Infirmary Edinburgh (RIE). It really has been a hard week, especially as I thought that I would have been back home with Kirsty and Nathan.

Every time that I have ended up in hospital, I have always missed them. But we have been keeping in touch everyday and I phone a couple of times per day via FaceTime.

FaceTime calls have been great and I have been able to see Kirsty and Nathan, but its just not the same as being there with them. However, it has let me see how they are both keeping on a daily basis and not just hear their voices.

While this has been hard for me, I keep reminding myself that this is also hard for them and for the other patients here on the ward and in the hospital. Then of course there are the thousands of other people across the country that are missing there loved ones and seeing them as they are in a hospital.

As most people that know me, are aware that I have been in hospital many times now. When I been in hospital in the past, I have been able to receive visitors. But during these hard and unprecedented times with the country continuing to be on lockdown due to COVID-19, we still are not allowed to have visitors.


I am very fortunate to have a good support mechanism with having a family and friends network that help when I have ended up unwell and hospitalised. So I am so grateful to those that have helped out by bringing over some fresh clothing and supplies. They also take my ‘dirty’ laundry back for me.

Every time that this has happened, I have been fortunate enough to spend a short time with either a friend or a family member that has come over from Fife to the RIE.

The distance they have travelled is under a 50 mile return trip. I say this as it’s hardly a return trip of over 500 miles and its not as if it’s like driving from London to Durham.

So as I approach week 7 here in the RIE, I have not been able to physically see my wife Kirsty and our son Nathan. When I saw last weekend in the media that the Prime’s Ministers ‘chief advisor’ Dominic Cummings, jumped in his car with his wife and four year old son and the went to his in-laws in Durham, I was livid. Then to hear that he had done this twice, then I was furious.

Most people living in the UK are aware that it was Cummings and his advisory team to Boris Johnston and his Cabinet that drew up the UK’s lockdown instructions.

Even though I am ill and in hospital, I found the energy to be able to contact a few news outlets to air my views on the ‘Cummings Affair’ . One of the local newspapers, The Courier, featured my health story and views on Cummings and the ‘one rule for them and one rule for us’ elitist attitude.

You will be able to read my views here:


I am currently on my 6th week in the RIE on Ward 102. This ward specialises in cardiac and thoracic patients. The level of care by everyone from the housekeeping staff, students, clinic support workers, nursing staff, specialist staff, physio’s, doctors, registrars and consultants, really is remarkable. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart.

For 3 weeks I was on an aggressive form of antibiotic that I was taking 4 times per day by an intravenous line (IV). Each treatment lasted 30 minutes and I also had to take 3 different types of anti biotic tablets on top of that.

I have a new regime now being hooked up to the IV line. For just over one week I was hooked up for 12hrs. I would have;

2 x 4hr sessions.

2 x 1hr sessions.

2 x 30 min sessions.

This was stopped and then for the rest of my time in here I will be on a programme of 3 x 2 hrs 30 mins sessions.

In total I will be in the RIE for 8 weeks and 6 of those weeks have been spent on an aggressive form of antibiotics.

The reason for this severe and aggressive form of antibiotics is due to a large abscess inside my chest. Due to the surgery that I had in October 2015 to remove the massive tumour on the wall of my chest I had to have a ‘chest rebuild’.

I have been told in the past that if I was to get a reoccurrence of the tumour, then I would be put on a palliative care package as its such a high risk operation and it could kill me. 

Due to the amount of infection I have on my chest, the medical team I am under right now have said to me that once again, surgery is far to high risk. However, it hasn’t been totally ruled out and this is something that is not going to grind me down by worrying about it.


When I was first transferred from VHK to the RIE, I was in a single room on Ward 102. This was purely down to the risk from myself passing on my infection to different patients.

Once I had been for numerous tests, including the one for COVID 19 (I have had this several times now) I was then able to go into a 4 bed room. During the time in a 4 bed room for men, I have come across some fascinating people with some interesting tales about their life’s.

Every morning the doctors do their rounds roughly about 09:00 and then again around 16:00. Every time I get asked, “Hi Kevin, how are you keeping today?” My answers have been are varied, but one thing I usually end with is, “At the end of the day I fully understand why I am in here and what you are doing to get me back home”. Then followed by, “Yes it’s frustrating being unable to get back home to my family and I appreciate what you are all doing for me”.

This is usually met with “you are doing really well Kevin and it’s really encouraging to see that you are being really positive about it, especially with how long you have been in here.”

A lot of patients that I have shared a room with have also shared the same sentiments about my positivity and we end up having a blether about it. I usually say to them take being positive while being unwell helps.

But one thing that has also helped me and how I have this positive attitude is how strong Kirsty and Nathan are being. Not just about me being in hospital, but how they are coping about the COVID 19 and lockdown situation.


Yesterday, Saturday 30 May 2020, My niece Anne Marie (she is more like my wee sister) had come over with a bag of fresh and clean clothes and some supplies that I had Kirsty for me.

This time I was allowed to see Anne Marie and spend some time with her as long as I had to wear a protective mask outside the room on the ward. So with it being such a nice day, we both had a coffee outside (we both observed the social distancing rule) and had a wee blether.

When I finally got back to my room and when I was going through the clothes and my ‘supplies’, I got a pleasant surprise when I noticed a home made ‘Get Well Soon’ card from Kirsty and Nathan. This put a smile on my face as I settled back down in this very hot hospital room. This cheered me up even more and I appreciate the effort they have put into making it.

Once again, thank you for reading this and Stay safe and Stay alive




The other day while exercising by walking up and down the ward with my mask on, I was having a read of the staff and public notice boards. There is some really interesting information for NHS Lothian staff and patients alike.

The Ward that I am on, Ward 102 at the Royal Infirmary Edinburgh is a specialist Cardiac and Thoricac ward. The ward can take a maximum of 34 patients.

So on the notice boards, you can also see Thank You cards from patients, due to the current coronavirus pandemic, a lot of children have sent in rainbow paintings for the room windows. It really is great and heartwarming to see this.

I also came across an original poem called: One Hundred and Two. So I thought that I would share that with you.


It’s now early morning and the sun is up

Here comes a bonnie lass with a plastic cup.

One pill for this and two pills for that,

A jug of iced water, breakfast after that.

I glance in the mirror, don’t like what I find

Dracula and Frankenstein come tae mind.

Nurse shouts, “*****” give yourself some slack.

Now into the shower and I’ll wash yer back.”

Feeling much better I look around

The ward is full, everyone sleeping sound.

Another day brings a new lot in

Nurses settle them down behind the blue curtain.

I feel their pain and sense their fear,

I talk like crazy to bring them some cheer.

Trying to tell them it’s going to be fine

This pain and discomfort will all pass in time.

It’s all thanks to you I am home getting better,

This is why I send you this letter.

Too many names to mention and remember,

But will I forget you? No chance, never!!

So it’s love to you all, let me bid you Adieu

To the wonderful crew at one hundred and two!!

When I first read this, I couldn’t believe it for I share the exact sentiments of the author of this, however, I just wouldn’t be able to write it in his unique style. So thank you for writing this and sharing this.

I know that the staff really like this and as a patient for the third time in this ward I love it. The team on this ward, along with several others here at the RIE, Western General Hospital (WGH) Edinburgh, Victoria Hospital Kirkcaldy (VHK), Victoria Hospice, Queen Margaret Hospital (QMH) Dunfermline and Inverkeithing Medical Practice where my health journey began and continues, have saved my life several times now.

While I sit on my hospital bed writing this I once again like like to say thank you so much for everything that NHS Fife and NHS Lothian staff have done for me. You have not only saved my life, but you have ensured that I can have a decent quality of life with my wife Kirsty and my sons Jack, Ben and Nathan.



With everything that is going on across the UK with Coronavirus and the level of selfishness that we are witnessing daily, my faith in humanity was restored on Tuesday 12 May 2020.

It was roughly at 16.45 and the nurses had set me up to my ‘pic line’ so that I was able to get my third IV antibiotic treatment of the day. It must have been a good 10 minutes into the treatment and I could hear a phone call to the ward reception that is just outside the room that I am on the ward.

During this short phone call, I could hear my name being mentioned by a member of staff and her saying that I was “hooked up” to the IV line and getting treatment. Then the next thing I could hear was, “can you bring it up please?”

Then a few minutes later, a 12” Pepperoni pizza from Dominos had been handed in to me. This was right at the moment when we settle down for what is called in here at the Royal Infirmary Edinburgh (RIE), “suppertime”, 5.00PM. Now talk about perfect timing or what!!

The pizza was bought for me by Paul a fellow patient that shared Room 16 on Ward 102 with me for a few days before going in for his operation. What had come about is that we were discussing what we were looking forward to eating when we got out of the hospital and back home. For some reason, I had said a Dominos Pepperoni Pizza and Paul had remembered this.

In my time I have been so fortunate to have met so many people that I would class as a ‘good guy’ and Paul is certainly one of them. He is a 73 years old (he looks a young 60-year-old) married gentleman from Edinburgh and he was telling me that he still works.

He had been telling me that throughout his years, he had been fortunate enough to work around the world as a deep-sea diver.

When we were discussing where we lived, he told me that once he owned a property in Inverkeithing at the Ballast Bank known as the ‘shed’. At the time, the company he had made small deep-sea exploratory submarines. I actually remember this company very well as when it first opened the media had covered it.

We had a really good discussion about Inverkeithing as at the time when I used to frequent the Queens Bar, he drank there and in the old lounge in the Queens Hotel.

Before being discharged, Paul had come along to my room to see me and say goodbye. I had really enjoyed spending some time in his company while he was a patient in the hospital beside me, his stories helped the day go a lot quicker.



When I was first hospitalised to the Victoria Hospital Kirkcaldy (VHK) a few weeks ago now, little did myself and Kirsty know that I was actually so ill, never mind that I would have to stay in the hospital for so long.

As the ambulance was en route for me to take me to the VHK, Kirsty had packed clothes and toiletries for me. There were enough clothes etc for a few days for me. These didn’t last that long and by then I was now a patient at the RIE.

I found out that patients were able to get clean clothes and other stuff dropped off for them. So I was delighted that my niece Anne Marie brought clean fresh laundry for me a few weeks ago.

When a family member or friend is doing this, its a matter of the person being able to press the bell on the door of the ward, then a staff member then is able to pick this up and then bring it around to you at your bed (room). The rules brought in to deal with coronavirus mean that you can’t see the person.

Once I had run out of clean clothes again, my mate Andrew had brought even more across for me last week. Both had quite a bit of dirty laundry to go back to Kirsty.

Andrew had asked me if I was needing some things picked up from the shops when he was coming across, so I sent him a wee shopping line. It was things like cans of Coke, Crisps, Scotch Eggs etc.

When Andrew had arrived at the ward to drop the clothes and shopping off, the ward senior charge nurse let me go to see him briefly, as long as I had my mask on to ‘protect myself’. It was really good to catch up with him. When he left and when I went back to the ward, the first thing I did was get some salt and eat the Scotch Eggs. They were braw and went down a treat.



I really can’t remember who it was that I had been talking to, but I had been saying that I would be asking Kirsty to shave my hair as it was starting to look like a ‘burst couch’.

On Sunday afternoon, one of the nursing staff, Kelly had heard me talking about this and to my surprise, she said that she would quite happily do this for me. However, Kelly had explained that the clippers she had would cut my hair really short as these were surgical clippers, the ones used to shave patients before going for surgery. I had just laughed and said that is exactly what I was after, then a few minutes later I had a great short haircut. This was exactly what I was after and certainly no complaints from me about the shortness.


At the end of the day, I am so grateful to Kelly for doing this for me. Now Kelly really didn’t have to do this for me and I was and still am grateful for this. At the end of the day, I see this as another random ‘act of kindness’. I have thanked her for this kind act as I am grateful for the work that her and all nursing colleagues do for me and continue to do for me while being a patient at the RIE on Ward 102.



On Tuesday 12th May 2020, it was International Nurses Day. I have already highlighted this on my Facebook page and the One of Fifteen Facebook page.

I have always had admiration for the work that nursing staff do. This goes back to when my mum was a nurse when I was a lot younger, a lot lot younger.

My mum had worked on the various hospitals that used to be in Dunfermline before the four were knocked down. My mum before she retired from the health service went on to be a ‘district nurse’ and this was a job she really enjoyed. 

My sister Theresa was also a nurse, a senior charge nurse in charge of a mental health day hospital in the Queen Margaret Hospital (QMH) Dunfermline before she retired. 

Finally, my sister-in-law, Nicolle is a nurse at the QMH Dunfermline. So it’s fair to say that due to this family affair with nursing, I have nothing but admiration for every single nurse.

My mum used to say that for her it wasn’t a ‘career’, for her it was a ‘calling’, ‘a calling to help people when they need help the most’!

Remember everyone, stay save stay alive.






Nurses care for our loved ones at some of the most difficult times in their lives. Right now, the care and attention that I am receiving from the nurses on Ward 102 at the Royal Infirmary Edinburgh (RIE) really is fantastic. Then when we turn on our TV’s and watch the news and see what nurses are doing during this coronavirus pandemic really leaves me in awe of them.

I have always had admiration of the work that nursing staff do and carry out on a daily basis. This goes back to when my mum was a nurse when I was a lot younger, a lot lot younger.

I can remember growing up when she was training, when she qualified and when she went on to work on the wards in various hospitals in Dunfermline.

My mum later went on to be a ‘district nurse’, a job that she enjoyed before her nursing career was cut short due to ill health. My mum passed on so much encouragement to many many students nurses and she was well respected due to this caring quality about her. Still to this day, when I see a nurse at my local health centre, Helen, she speaks so fondly about her before I get an injection in my arse!

My sister Theresa was also a nurse, a senior charge nurse in charge of a mental health day hospital at the Queen Margaret Hospital (QMH) Dunfermline before she recently retired.

Nicolle my sister-in-law is also nurse and she works at the QMH Dunfermline. So it’s fair to say that due to this family affair with nursing, I have nothing but admiration for every single nurse and I am in awe of them.

My mum used to say that for her it wasn’t a ‘career’, for her, it was a ‘calling’, a calling that would let her help people when they need help the most in their lives!

Being totally honest, it wasn’t until a few days ago that I became aware that the date of International Nurses Day was today. Please support this day and celebrate it for our nursing staff as this is a unique group of staff and people that deserve this worldwide recognition.

Stay safe and stay alive,




Please accept my apology for the lack of any updates on either the Prog in the Park 2.0 (PITP 2.0) Facebook Group, Facebook  Page or on

PFollowing on from my admission to the Victoria Hospital Kirkcaldy (VHK) Fife in March with pneumonia, I find myself in the Royal Infirmary Edinburgh (RIE) where I have been battling severe infection. This has left me totally exhausted and in no way well enough to respond to ongoing PITP 2.0 or at times my day to day well being to loved ones.

Once again, the quality of care from staff with NHS Fife and NHS Lothian really has been amazing.

Please be rest assured that I postponed PITP2.0 due to Coronavirus Covid-19  and it will now go ahead in most likely April 21 and it will be in aid of MacMillan Cancer Support. Thank you so much to those people that have already bought their tickets for PITP 2.0 and they will automatically be transferred to the event next year. If anyone wants a refund that has bought a ticket, then please contact 

The original ticket price is £25.00 and that includes the booking fee. If I have to increase the ticket price then please note that existing ticket holders will have no extra to pay and any ticket increase will be kept very low.

There might be a change or two in the line up for PITP 2.0 and this is something that I will keep you updated.

Thank you so much for your understanding and I appreciate you support.

Stay safe, stay indoors and keep blasting out you favourite prog rock music.

Kevin O’Neil


My intention was to write an article about what I was going to call APPOINTMENTS, APPOINTMENTS, APPOINTMENTS for my One of Fifteen social media campaign. I actually wrote quite a bit about the number of appointments that I had earlier this year. This included the appointment for an MRI scan and scan results I got recently when I had my oncologist appointment.

Then last week I was dealing with Prog in the Park 2.0 and how Coronavirus (COVID – 19) is responsible for the number of concerts and other events being either postponed or cancelled. So I felt it was better to write what’s happening now!


Today, Thursday 19 March 2020 I received either phone calls or text messages saying that three medical appointments would be cancelled.

When I was checking the answering machine after getting home after I dropped off Nathan at school. I had a missed call from the Sleep Clinic Royal Infirmary Edinburgh. 

I called back and I was told that my forthcoming appointment was now cancelled.

It wasn’t much longer than that when I received a text message from my local GP surgery which was letting me know that my next appointment is now cancelled. That appointment is for a date next week and due to all my health issues ongoing severe health issues, it was a double appointment. 

Then just around 2:00pm, I received a phone call from my physiotherapist. My next physio appointment which was due in the first week in April is now cancelled. When we were talking about cancelled appointments I was told that the physios were calling all their patients, not only to cancel appointments but also to ask how we are keeping and is there any issues that’s cropped up.

We had a good chat and I was told that if the physiotherapy department doesn’t hear back from me by the end of July 2020, I would be discharged. This is even though they are aware that some patients like me still need appointments. So basically I call back at the end of June to keep getting these appointments.

In the space of a few hours, three of my regular medical appointments were cancelled. However, I know that this is only the start of what will be more to come. I fully understand that the Corona Virus (COVID-19) is the number 1 priority for our NHS. 

It really is the times like this and with this crisis in place that we really do need to get behind our NHS and not go about making flippant negative comments that we all hear from some people. 


I had to make and take a hard decision about Prog in the Park 2.0 and if it goes ahead or not. At the end of the day, the last thing I want to do is put my own health, my families, friends and those attending health at risk. So I wrote to the venue, pa company, bands, stallholders and everyone involved that I was postponing PITP 2.0.

I put the following statement on the PITP 2.0 Facebook group and page;


Thank you for your patience about Prog in the Park 2.0 (PITP 2.0) and if it still goes ahead on Saturday 4th April 2020 or if it’s postponed. I did promise a statement on it this weekend.

At the time of writing this, a Facebook alert came up regarding the Fish gig at the end of the month in Edinburgh. This coronavirus is really hammering into all aspects of life and I am not prepared to take a cavalier attitude with it.

One thing I am not prepared to do is put myself, my family, my friends, and everyone involved with the production of PITP 2.0 and every one of you that was intending to be there at risk.

It really is with a heavy heart that after taking counsel, I am postponing PITP 2.0. There has been a lot of hard work been put into this by myself and others and I am gutted that it is now postponed.

I would like to thank everyone that has assisted me with PITP 2.0 and rest assured it will be going ahead later in the year.

Best wishes

Kevin O’Neil

If you have bought a ticket for PITP2.0 then this will be fully transferable to the rescheduled event.

A lot of work was put into PITP 2.0 and it was going to be a cracking day. This week I have been chilling out and looking after my health. Next week I will be working on finding an alternative date for all concerned.

Thank you for the support that you have all given me.

This virus is going to go on for several months and who knows the effect it will take across all aspects of society. Please take care and stay safe. #Coronavirusisabawbag



When it comes to updating this website recently, the best word to describe it is “tardy”. 

I am sorry that I haven’t updated this site for a while. I could go into the depths of my ‘bullshit’ reason/s why this hasn’t happened, but so much has been going on recently.

I have had a lot of various appointments recently and some of these have been medical. Other appointments have been with MacMillan Cancer Support and other appointments have been to do with Scotland’s Indoor Prog Rock Festival in aid of cancer charities, Prog in the Park.


I am at the stage in my life that my health appointments are basically like a car MOT. A lot of cancer patients will describe their appointments after surgery and then their treatments package of either radiotherapy or chemotherapy like this. I have had surgery and then radiotherapy so many times now and when the appointments are all finished it feels bizarre 

So the stage I am at now is that I have a CT and MRI scan once a year (unless I am rushed into the hospital). I will most likely have these appointments at either the Queen Margaret Hospital Dunfermline or Victoria Hospital Kirkcaldy.

Then when my scan is finished, the results of these are then sent to my oncologist at the DCN Unit at the Western General Hospital Edinburgh. 

Throughout the year I have numerous other appointments I attend. I see my GP at least once every two months. Due to how complex my health needs are now, my GP tells me to book a double appointment. These appointments are at Inverkeithing Medical Group Friary Court Inverkeithing.

Then every twelve weeks I see a consultant at the Victoria Hospital Kirkcaldy for botox injections into my right shoulder blade. These injections help with the area where one-third of this shoulder blade was removed.

Every ten weeks I see a nurse at my local GP practice. This is for my HRT injections up my backside. With a combination of five major operations, 60 radiotherapy treatments and two proton sessions, this has eradicated my natural testosterone levels. 

The botox and HRT appointments are a programme of appointments I have to go for until I die. 

Then every six weeks I get my physiotherapy sessions to help with the way my head lies to one side. These are at the medical practice in Dalgety Bay. They are usually at a time that I get a bus once I have dropped off Nathan at school and I have time for either a coffee or a cooked breakfast.

There are other hospital appointments that I have throughout the year, but I won’t bother going into detail about them.

Someone once said to me, “oh I don’t know how you cope with having to go for all of those appointments”. My answer is quite simple really, “at the end of the day, I just get on with it. After all, this routine is about helping me to get better, as I want a better lifestyle”. “I want to feel better so that I can have more and more quality time with my wife and son’s”.

There have been other times when I am out and about and some people will say, “ Good morning or hi Kev or Kevin, how are you today?” My reply is often either, “ Good morning or hi, oh you know me, same old same old” or “ah same shit different day” or “what a braw day, how are you keeping?”.

I am not being ignorant with this reply’s, but the last thing I want to do is reply with something like; 

“oh hi Zoe (I don’t know a Zoe), well it’s like this, I had a terrible sleep last night, I was up at the toilet several times and I must have seen every hour on the clock”


“I’m feeling really shite today, my spine is in agony, all the areas where I have had surgery is also giving me grief”. But I don’t, I just want to downplay it and then get on with what I am doing.

So that’s the routine with my medical appointments. It’s a routine that can have different effects on my body and mind. I would be a lier if I turned around and said that these appointments didn’t bother me, of course, they do, after all I am human, just like you.


On Wednesday 4th March 2020 I was at the Western General Hospital (DCN Unit) Edinburgh for my now yearly appointment with my oncologist. It was only a matter of 10 or 12 days before that I was at the Queen Margaret Hospital in Dunfermline for the MRI scan.

The appointment/s that I have with the oncologist is the ones that I like to have someone with me. This is due to the type of news that you can hear at these appointments. Kirsty usually comes along with me to these, however, Theresa my sister accompanied me.

The oncologist that I usually see is currently on holiday and I met with Mr Grant. As Mr Grant came out of his office and shouted out my name and when I went to introduce myself to him, I automatically put out my hand to shake his. 

I then sensed a bit awark-ness as he told me that he would usually have no problem shaking my hand. However, due to coronavirus (COVID-19) he told me that guidance includes not to shake hands when meeting someone.

I met him years ago, however, he was fully aware of my background due to the numerous health service internal case conferences that my case has been discussed at.

We discussed my latest results from the MRI scan I had and I was delighted when I was told that there is “nothing to worry about”. These appointments usually last 20 minutes, however, it lasted a wee bit longer. It was a really good appointment as there were issues that we discussed that haven’t been addressed for quite a while.


I was recently at an appointment with an optician as I haven’t been for one for several years now. When going through this appointment I was really encouraged when the optician said that I had ‘excellent eyesight’. However, when it comes to looking at things in the distance, I need glasses for making out the finer details. So I will have to get into a habit of wearing these for watching TV, gaming, movies, football etc.

I have also been getting on with the preparation work for Prog in the Park 2.0 Scotland’s Indoor Prog Rock Festival in aid of Cancer Charities and that is going well. There are regular updates on the PITP 2.0 social media sites and also at

Tickets are £25.00 which is great value and you can get them from the website. If you would like to sponsor PITP 2.0 or make either a donation or donation or provide a prize for either the raffle or auction, then please contact me at:


Thanks to Kev Rowland for the kind donation of this amazing piece of artwork to promote; The Progressive Underground vols 1 and 2. Volume 3 to be released later.

Click on the link below and check out this remarkable story of how it has travelled from Canada 🇨🇦 to New Zealand 🇳🇿to Inverkeithing Fife Scotland 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

This will be getting auctioned off at Prog in the Park 2.0 Scotland’s Indoor Prog Rock Festival in aid of cancer charities.

To take part in the auction and watch all the live bands then get your PITP 2.0 ticket from

I am so lucky to able to model this amazing piece of artwork.



I was absolutely delighted when Douglas Chapman MP came to see me on Thursday lunchtime for 5 minutes while he was out campaigning. Anytime I see Douglas or text him or message him, vice versa, he always asks about my health.

Douglas had asked me how the preparations for Prog in the Park 2.0 were coming along. When talking about it I was really pleased when he suggested I go to see him in the new year at his office to discuss supporting PITP 2.0 just like he supported PITP earlier this year.

Douglas also kindly agreed to have his photo taken with me to highlight PITP.

Remember, you can get your tickets at

and just follow the link for tickets. The price of PITP 2.0 tickets is £25.00.

Why not buy a ticket as a Christmas present for the prog lover in your life.

Best wishes

Kevin O’Neil

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