EWAN CAMERON picks out two fascinating music shows, fusing the Korean, and the Celtic, with the modern
AND SO the Brexit nightmare rolls on and on. I know what the opinion of this newspaper is and the economic argument for Leave is sound, but a smegbucket of predominantly right-wing xenophobia foisted on the nation by the odious David Cameron and presided over by a maggotcluster of Tories with a collective allegiance to the politics of a very parsimonious Ebenezer Scrooge is not for me.
Wednesday’s leadership challenge result provided a prime example of this. Rees Mogg says a 60 odd per cent win is a terrible result for May — but a 52 per cent win for Leave is “the will of the people.” Some logic there, I don’t think. Go and boil your expensively tailored bottom, you studiedly mannered spawn of Bertie Wooster and a velociraptor.
Anyway, in the midst of all this chaos I am off the road, have finished my stories of travels and gigs for the year and now present you with my cultural highlight of 2018.
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 tours Finland and tampers with the cuisine
The Bard commutes to work for the first time in 45 years



