In his second round-up, EWAN CAMERON picks excellent solo shows that deal with Scottishness, Englishness and race as highlights
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Attila the Stockbroker Diary: October 19, 2024
The Bard, happily press-ganged by Pirates, tunes up for Christmas
[Illustration by Jeff Perks] 
Fiery words from the Bard in Blackpool and Edinburgh, and Evidence Based Punk Rock from The Protest Family
MATTHEW HAWKINS is mesmerised by a performance that dissolves the line between audience and performer
MATTHEW SHARPE recommends the essays of a Renaissance politician that instruct and unnerve after 400 years
GAVIN O’TOOLE welcomes the reissue of a seminal work of revolutionary theory that have genuine relevance in the current context
RON JACOBS rides shotgun with a member of Black Bloc on the wave of anti-capitalist protests of the 1990s and early 2000s
AMAZING time last week. Thanks to Glastonwick stars East Town Pirates for organising a brilliant, packed gig at The Steamboat Tavern in Ipswich last Friday night.
It started off with a blast of good old-fashioned ranting poetry from James Domestic — a fine thing in someone half my age — I did half an hour of new poems and stories, the Pirates plundered an hour of home-grown punk sea shanties, and then myself and my band Barnstormer 1649 finished things off with our early music punk. If you’ve got any kind of pirate or nautical-themed event in mind, and you like your punk rock, book ESP. You won’t be disappointed!
And the following day was equally good in a completely different way. The Locks Inn Community Pub, more or less completely surrounded by water at the end of the River Waveney navigation canal near Bungay in Norfolk, is a truly magical, unique place.
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