When the ravages of Alzheimer’s leave an elderly woman marooned in painful memories of October 1950, her grandchild comes up with a creative strategy.
Somewhat ecclesiastical end to 2018. First, let me congratulate the people running St. Paul’s in Worthing. They’ve turned a beautiful old church into a lovely old church with a bar! A wonderful new performance venue with beautiful acoustics and real ale. More of these round the country please.
A few days ago I saw medieval vocal/instrumental outfit The Telling do an evocative and atmospheric performance of early European carols and solstice songs there.
It was accompanied by readings of contemporary accounts of how the ancient festival was celebrated by ordinary people at different times in our history, done in an inclusive, non pretentious way with the bar open all through the gig and no “tuts” if you went and got a beer. (I really wish all “classical” — for want of a better word — concerts were like this.) I bought their debut album Gardens of Delight afterwards and can thoroughly recommend it.
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
While Hardie, MacDonald and Wilson faced down war pressure from their own Establishment, today’s leadership appears to have forgotten that opposing imperial adventures has historically defined Labour’s moral authority, writes KEITH FLETT


