CHRIS SEARLE recommends a work of love and deep admiration for a great musician
I HAVE to start my column this week with a howl of rage at naked class injustice.
In an utterly “contributory negligence” moment, a judge ruled that South Yorkshire police officers have no case to answer in the Hillsborough cover-up trial because the altered police statements were prepared for the Taylor inquiry, which was not a statutory public inquiry but an “administrative exercise.”
In my many visits to see Brighton play Sheffield Wednesday over the years, I have entered the away fans’ enclosure at the Leppings Lane end of the ground thinking about the unspeakable events of that day and hoping against hope that eventually, somehow, justice would prevail.
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


