THE most poisonous thing about the Tories’ contempt for the arts in that notorious “Fatima retrain” advert is the fact she’s a ballerina rather than a rock ’n’ roll or pop singer.
A deliberate Cummingsism aimed at his core fodder — blokes. My kind of age, the kind of people who think they still like the Clash but who have forgotten everything the Clash stood for, if they ever believed it in the first place.
“Bloody posh arty types, stop whining, get a proper job, they’ve all got rich parents anyway…” To go with the “bloody middle-class students,” the “metropolitan elite,” the “unions betraying the working class by backing immigrants” and all the other shit which causes basically decent people to think and vote against their own interests and, yes, those of their class.
The Bard hands out medals for his Edinburgh campaign and urges us to support The Men They Couldn’t Hang
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


