And now for something completely different…Mr Nice – The Movie

From time-to-time, I may decide to share something with you off topic…just to show that I am human after all.

At this year’s Glastonbury, I discovered some amazing news! It wasn’t that Kylie was going to be parading around half-naked on the Pyramid Stage or that Florence and the bloody Machine were planning a really bad rendition of Fleetwood Mac’s The Chain (shame on you Flo!) but an imminent film release that got me rather excited. Mr. Nice…the movie.

For those who don’t know who Mr. Nice is, AKA Howard Marks, he is a Welsh national treasure bizarrely idolised for once being one of the world’s most notorious drug barrons – we’re a bit strange us Welsh. However, it’s not his drug smuggling antics which are admired but his remarkable life stories which have included being Britain’s most wanted man; linked with MI6, the IRA and the Mafia plus assuming forty-three aliases, eighty-nine phone lines, and twenty five companies trading throughout the world.

He is quite frankly one of the world’s greatest raconteurs and a man you begin to admire if you read his books and see his live shows. Despite the seriousness of his crimes, there’s a certain roguishness charm, and even genious, about Marks because he’s not a cockney gangster bragging about how many men he’s hacked up – his whole life is a torrent of scenerios and situations that even Hollywood’s top producers would struggle to conjure up.

I remember seeing Howard at Glastonbury 2009 and at the end of his live show one of the audience members asked who would portray him if his life was made into a movie? Marks replied; “I’m not sure who’d play me but I do know one thing, they should make a second Twin Town (another must-see Welsh classic).”

Thankfully for Howard, the directors chose Rhys Ifans…good choice chaps!

By the Comms Anarchist, Manchester based PR propagandist, social media transmitter and digital brigadier…at least i didn’t say ‘guru’.