The bard pays homage to his two muses: his wife and his football club
A memory lane like no other
Neil Hannon songwritting has withstood admirably the often cruel passage of time, writes JAMES WALSH

The Divine Comedy
Barbican, London
“MAYBE it’s tonight. Maybe tomorrow night, next week, next month, next year / We’ve only time to fear”
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