PETER MASON applauds the revival, 39 years later with the same team and cast, of Manfred Karge’s version of Brecht’s 100-year-old play, Mann Ist Mann
Did ye see that?
In amang the chefs, the sofas,
Weatherwummn an the fitba
Free-wheelin up yon street
Sharp left it went, slowed doun,
Sneaked in an open windae
Atween the purple curtains.
Bits o bristle there’ll be, babes’ airms,
’Mang sofas, chefs, weatherwummn,
A trousered leg, a heid or two,
Yon fat-bummed yankee doodle
Cruised in their windae, howdy-doo!
Blood and gore the kitchen wa,
A Jackson Pollock it’ll be.
The bus queue laughed at me,
A clip like that’s no real!
Stey cool, it’s just a pictur show,
Nae mair or less than a the rest.
A wawr? Can it really be?
’Mang a the weel-kent faces,
Chefs, sofas and weatherwummn.
MAT COWARD has heaps of good advice on recycling garden and household waste over the winter
While riding the No 3 bus in Glasgow MATT KERR has ample time to dissect the moribund Scottish Labour decline into near oblivion and watch intriguing bus passenger dynamics
by Rosie Jackson
ANDY CROFT welcomes the publication of an anthology of recent poems published by the Morning Star, and hopes it becomes an annual event


