The bard celebrates two other fine practitioners of the art, and laments a lost brewer
SUMMER’s here, festival season’s here, and this weekend sees the one I have co-run for 29 years, Glastonwick, in the beautiful surroundings of Coombes Farm, West Sussex.
Our annual Beer, Music, Poetry & More Beer Festival: established in 1996 by co-founders beer guru Alex Hall, music/poetry co-ordinator yours truly and the late Roy Chuter, and based around a very simple idea, albeit one pioneering at the time.
It was the mid-1990s. I had performed at countless music festivals where the beer was the undrinkable urine of Satan and we had all attended vast quantities of beer festivals where it was a matter of iron principle that “the entertainment” had to start every song by informing the audience that they “woke up this morning” in a fake US accent.
The Bard does Bearded Theory, and lodges a complaint about bandnames
The bard tours Finland and tampers with the cuisine
Fiery words from the Bard in Blackpool and Edinburgh, and Evidence Based Punk Rock from The Protest Family
Warming up for his Durham gig, the bard pays attention to the niceties of language


