CHRIS SEARLE recommends a work of love and deep admiration for a great musician
JUST had a week away from the whole Brexit bollocks on tour in Norway and Finland with my wife Robina. A welcome relief, though I was still talking about it for ages on stage of course.
Started off in Trondheim, a lovely city we’ve visited many times before, as guests of our friend Torgeir, who runs local label and independent shop Crispin Glover Records. I’d been invited to perform at a hip-hop festival, which may seem bizarre.
In fashion and general subculture terms it is, because a baseball-capped B-boy or gun-totin’ gangsta I most certainly am not. But in terms of a substantial part of my words and delivery it is the most logical thing in the world.
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


