Back from a mini tour of Yorkshire and Stockport and cheering for supporting act Indignation Meeting

Given the global plague of Agent Orange, the bard channels his energy into community self-help

In which we accompany the Bard into Cymru to meet his musical accomplices, young and old

The bard ditches an unspecial relationship, encounters a new subdivision of metal, and discovers the cure for a stiff neck

The bard tunes into the message crooned by the newly self-appointed masters of the universe

The Bard pays homage to the sands of Morecambe, for the talent they have nourished, and in memory of the Chinese workers they engulfed

The Star’s itinerant troubadour pauses to take stock of the rise of the far-right in former East Germany

Staring proudly across the Channel, the Bard of East Worthing and Shoreham revels (with a few reservations) in the election of the constituency’s first Labour MP

Armed with helpful visual aids, the bard campaigns furiously against sewage both literal and metaphorical

Breaking news: Tories routed in Costa del Geriatrica! Bob Crow honoured in Wakefield! Anti-fascists promoted to the Bundesliga!

Heart-wrenchingly, the bard reveals the magic genie who inspired him as a Grade 6 violin dropout to stick a pick-up on it and go mad

The itinerant troubadour extols the virtues of grassroots campaigning and train travel as he makes, for the first time in his life, a pilgrimage to the Holy City

The doughty troubadour finds new lyrics attaching themselves to 1960s earworms, promotes lyrical cycling, and reveals his earliest inspirations

The bard displays his scars, and dons Brighton FC colours abroad to celebrate National Poetry Day

The Seagulls lost marginally to AEK Athens in what is an unexpected setback, but the Marc Bolan in our diarist is gloriously reawakened at the Shepherd’s Bush Empire celebration of his talent which has even inspired the attached poem

Finding himself on the silver screen, the Star’s own troubadour recommends the movie and remembers his uncle Maurice in verse

Our troubadour hero wolfs down generous samples of Real Fringe, Real Edinburgh and Real Ale, and urges the big names to join the free fringe

ATTILA serenades us from the Free Fringe, and regards Rebellion with militant nostalgia

Working as he does for British intelligence, Attila tells us where to find it at the Edinburgh Festival (free) Fringe

Attila graciously accepts the invitation to be Pooet in Residence on the Isle of Wight

Our diarist dashes from Glastonwick 2023 via Medway River Lit Festival and a gig in Munich to the Political Song Festival at Lake Attersee in Austria. It was, however, a gig at Ljubljana’s legendary punk hub of old Yugoslavia, the Prulcek, that provided the proverbial cherry

Attila mounts a rearguard action in Wales to defend independent music venues, and extols the talent - past and future - of Welsh-language rock bands

A stroke of fortune finds Attila relishing a fine biography of a fellow wicked Sussex satirist to the velvet touch of a lad from the valleys made good

Heartened and impressed by the way Mick Lynch tied the corporate media in knots, still incensed by the Fifa world cup insult to inclusivity and diversity and saddened by the death of Pele, the greatest player to ever kick a ball, from a time when it truly was the people’s game

On the urgent need to remove Truss, Kwarteng et al once and for all, the joy of touring Wales and, to top it all, a pat on the back from none other than Benjamin Zephaniah for my new album

Rejuvenated by a month of touring and seeing a local council give a bloody nose to developers with grotesque plans comes the disappointment of the Seagulls manager taking the yankee dollar

Here’s a limerick in response to puke-inducing cavalcade of callous, self-serving, navel-gazing egotism of Tory unworthies feasting on Johnson’s political carcass

... but I cannot wait for the summer tour of Europe and particularly the Unsere Zeit fest (sister paper of the Morning Star) on August 27 in East Berlin's Rosa Luxemburg Platz

Remember, while celebrating Levellers’ Day, that the ‘good old cause’ of the Commonwealth (‘for the many not the few’) is still awaiting its historic conclusion

Rightly pissed off with the crazed megalomaniac in Moscow, solace is found on the road in intimate and welcoming venues of the tour, however, Brighton & Hove Albion FC continue to disappoint

Ecstatic about hitting the road again and surviving an unexpected dream, cropping up from the subconscious, of an imaginary drunken spat in a pub with none other than Hilaire Belloc