Mick Roberts

It’s hard to imagine our world without Mick’s voice in it. Born on New Year’s Day 1969, Mick brought the same joyful energy to every stage he graced as frontman for The Bridewell Taxis. Whether he was belting out anthems in a packed pub or harmonizing quietly during band rehearsals, his passion for music was contagious. I’ll always remember how he’d light up when discussing lyrics, eyes gleaming with that mischievous spark that made even the simplest conversation feel like a shared adventure. Mick wasn’t just a singer; he was a storyteller who turned everyday moments into melodies that stuck with you long after the last chord faded. Family was Mick’s true north star. He adored his wife Sarah, and their love story was the sweetest ballad he never wrote—filled with laughter, inside jokes, and quiet moments holding hands. As a dad, he turned bedtime stories into impromptu concerts, his voice softening into lullabies that soothed his kids like a warm embrace. Weekends