CHRIS SEARLE recommends a work of love and deep admiration for a great musician
IT’S getting biblical, isn’t it? Floods, pandemics, a plague of locusts in Africa. Never in my lifetime has the news been so unremittingly bleak and a diagnosis of a long-term lung problem caused by other people’s cigarette smoke over 40 years of gigs doesn’t improve the mood.
Still, I remain absolutely undaunted, as per the title of my last poetry book, and had a thoroughly enjoyable weekend in Yorkshire a couple of weeks ago with four gigs in three days, sandwiched around a much-needed point for the Seagulls at Sheffield United.
The bard tours Finland and tampers with the cuisine
The Bard commutes to work for the first time in 45 years
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


