In today's political climate we need, more than ever, to get our stories out there. We need a forum where we can normalize our lifestyle without fear of erasure or dilution, because if we don't exist on in visual media then how can we promote, propel and prioritise our very existence in real life?
The Syrian regime has consistently refused access to independent international monitors to inspect their detention facilities. Amnesty International and other groups have been calling for action on this, and for the regime to publish names of detainees, their whereabouts and what has happened to the bodies of those who have died. It's now been one year since our bus journey. Many of the Syrians on that bus still have photographs of their missing loved ones displayed on their Facebook profiles. They are still waiting for news of their disappeared.
If listening to a plethora of fairly plateaued out love songs with somewhat superficial lyrics for 46 minutes and 14 seconds works well at forcing you into a false sense of emotional stability then this is definitely the album for you.
You've long been my hero because your words found me and you seemed to know of me before I knew of myself. Your words still find me. I am ever open to them. I too, once upon a time, felt a cold, concrete church floor at my back, as I looked up at a congregation of tall saints.
They speak the same language, but they do it with upward inflections, the sun is always shining, and the families are ones you actually wouldn't mind being a member of. When was the last time you could say that about one of the UK's on-screen families, eh?
The problem is, there is no beast, no ugly creature to fall in love with, nothing there to challenge our approach to physical appearance. And this is an evidence for society's continuing discomfort with looking different.
It is high time that the British people, post-Brexit and all, openly discuss the growing xenophobia and racism within the country, to include the field of opportunities for foreign and black actors.
Pop music is designed for mass appeal. When I ask customers what they think of the album at my till in a record shop in a small town, they always say that Galway Girl is their favourite song. You only need to hear it once and you can sing all the words. It is radio gold dust.