PAUL DONOVAN is chilled by the contemporary resonance of Harper Lee’s coming of age tale amidst racism and white supremacy in this excellent production
THE best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry, and this is never truer than at Glastonbury.
Finally celebrating its 50th anniversary two years late due to pandemic-induced lockdowns, the festival was back with a vengeance as the youngest (Billie Eilish) and oldest (Paul McCartney) ever headliners graced the Pyramid stage alongside acclaimed rapper Kendrick Lamar.
Even the much-lauded Clashfinder won’t help you at this itinerary-defying pop-up metropolis, with many a compromise having to be made to the altar of the gods of impulse and going with the flow.
The Bard does Bearded Theory, and lodges a complaint about bandnames
WILL STONE takes a ticket to indie disco heaven, but misses the rarely performed tunes
TOM STONE sings the praises of one of the oldest open-air festivals in Britain
TOM STONE checks the political coordinates of a festival where the pleasures of nostalgia were (sometimes) harnessed to a new message


