MATTHEW HAWKINS witnesses a contemporary ballet that represents human life as subjected to artificial intelligence
LAST Saturday was, quite simply, one of the happiest days of my life. I was driving out of Harlow after an absolutely fantastic book-launch gig in the town where I had been based for much of the ’80s and done all my early gigs when I heard the leadership election result.
I found a lay-by, stopped the car and listened with joy to Jeremy’s acceptance speech, immediately deciding to rejoin the Labour Party — which I’ve now done.
And, later that day, Brighton won to go four points clear at the top of the Championship.
The Bard hands out medals for his Edinburgh campaign and urges us to support The Men They Couldn’t Hang
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



