EWAN CAMERON picks out two fascinating music shows, fusing the Korean, and the Celtic, with the modern
I HAVE to start my column this week with a howl of rage at naked class injustice.
In an utterly “contributory negligence” moment, a judge ruled that South Yorkshire police officers have no case to answer in the Hillsborough cover-up trial because the altered police statements were prepared for the Taylor inquiry, which was not a statutory public inquiry but an “administrative exercise.”
In my many visits to see Brighton play Sheffield Wednesday over the years, I have entered the away fans’ enclosure at the Leppings Lane end of the ground thinking about the unspeakable events of that day and hoping against hope that eventually, somehow, justice would prevail.
The Bard contributes to the campaign of Count Binface, and applauds Burnham’s plans for vocational training
The bard invites readers to a gig, raps for Clacton, and lays out the Burnham-Hurzeler conundrum
In verse and polemic, the bard points out that he is a poet and musician, not a political party
The Bard does Bearded Theory, and lodges a complaint about bandnames



