Ron's rages are sincere and — according to his wife — healthily cathartic. But can these splenetic outbursts loosen the grip of capitalism at its most monstrous?
The Tesco Express where her parents got engaged is always so bare the isles could still be used for skittles, and her baby picture still pinned above the bar.
A pensioner kicks one of the self service machines
at the post office my grandfather painted as a young man.
Clarence Hardware is still beating its fist on the old high street,
the elder of Voy’s Corner, has outlived four gold brokers.
ALAN MORRISON recommends a consummate, heart-warming collection about a working-class upbringing in the industrial north-east
NICK MATTHEWS recalls how the ideals of socialism and the holding of goods in common have an older provenance than you might think
Fiery words from the Bard in Blackpool and Edinburgh, and Evidence Based Punk Rock from The Protest Family
ANDY CROFT rallies poets to the impossible task of speaking truth to a tin-eared politician


