CHRIS SEARLE recommends a work of love and deep admiration for a great musician
RARELY has the phrase "poetic justice" had a sweeter or more appropriate application.
Last Friday week, I was on stage at the Bob Crow Education Centre in Doncaster doing a gig for the RMT as part of their summer festival when the news came through that Charles Horton had resigned. Celebrations ensued.
Horton, as long-suffering passengers and railway staff will know, was the boss of Govia Southern, the simultaneously vindictively and totally ineptly run government-backed franchise which Grayling and his minions earmarked to push through the driver-only train legislation so bitterly opposed by the RMT.
The Bard does Bearded Theory, and lodges a complaint about bandnames
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


