DAVID YEARSLEY is fascinated by the account of four composers who transformed their experiences of the second world war and the Holocaust into deeply moving works of art
I WAS reading from my new novel at Stoke Newington Literary Festival at the start of this month. It’s one of my favourite lit fests — that it’s all on the manor and walking distance is a big plus for me.
The first event I sat down for was Tracey Thorn talking about her book Another Planet, on growing up in the suburbs. Her music isn’t my cup of tea — I’m not saying I think it’s pony, it’s good. It’s just that I like other stuff. But I surely find her an interesting person and a good writer and that’s what I like about the smaller lit fests, it’s an ideal opportunity to delve into offside interests.
I’m not really one for French cooking either, or cooking in general, unless it’s the beigel house opposite my gaff or Bake Off’s Cherish Finden getting stern with a ruler.
The Bard does Bearded Theory, and lodges a complaint about bandnames
After battling hills, rain and injury in a three-day cycle ride ending at the CWU conference, MATT KERR reflects on why class unity remains the answer to injustice
The bard tours Finland and tampers with the cuisine
The Bard commutes to work for the first time in 45 years


