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Nothing, says ANDY HEDGECOCK, can rescue this undistinguished amalgam of ponderous melodrama and shallow philosophical speculation
Tim Wells - My Sad Hooligans
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JAMIE BRITTON invites readers to visit 3,500 locals as part of a marathon artistic pub crawl
JOHN GREEN welcomes a valuable and incisive analysis of a world become hyperpolitical but without the mass movement institutions to represent it
JAMES WALSH is moved by a provocative and original take on the relationship between ecology and architecture, and a plea to work with, not against, the materials and minerals of our world
An immersive, participatory display by a queer Australian Aboriginal performer, and a rebellious unravelling of traditional Scottish dance
My Sad Hooligans
After Thom Gunn
One by one they slip to birds,
curries, darkness.
Saturday night never lives to its promise,
though a nod and a wink sometimes does.
These men we have been
and could have been.
Wasted force spent with passion;
initials pissed against the wall.
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