PAUL DONOVAN is chilled by the contemporary resonance of Harper Lee’s coming of age tale amidst racism and white supremacy in this excellent production
I don't know one end of a screwdriver from the other. But, like any old punk rocker worth his or her salt, I've adhered staunchly for many years to the principles of DIY. I'm my own record company, book publisher, gig organiser, publicist - you name it.
So when I say that my seventh book of poems, UK Gin Dependence Party And Other Peculiarities is published this week, what I mean is this.
Tomorrow, a pallet containing 2,000 copies will arrive at our front door. Some will join the books and CDs already in the attic, some will be stacked under the stairs, some will go under the table or on top of the cupboard in my office, teetering like Lenin's statue in Kiev the other day - shame! - though hopefully not sharing its fate.
The Bard does Bearded Theory, and lodges a complaint about bandnames
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


