EWAN CAMERON witnesses a political farce that lacks a clear message
WE ARE living through history and I am glad to be out there talking and singing about it. It helps me let off steam.
Last Friday week I enjoyed a storming night with my band and my best mate Steve Drewett’s band, radical punks Newtown Neurotics, at the Dublin Castle. Then, after a trip to Selhurst Park to see the Seagulls’ first double over our rivals Crystal Palace since 1984, it was up to Nottingham for a celebration of the history and music of Rock Against Racism (RAR), brilliantly organised by Sonia Long.
RAR needs to be relaunched as soon as possible: it breaks my heart to say this, but it is needed now as much as 40 years ago.
The bard confirms that the right has a humour bypass, and replays the English Revolution on period instruments
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
The Bard does Bearded Theory, and lodges a complaint about bandnames



