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Attila the Stockbroker Diary: March 8, 2024
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
Poets in London (Attila and John Hegley); Seagulls in Rome
[Courtesy of Attila the Stockbroker]
SIMON DUFF relishes the cross contamination of Damien Hirst’s greatest hits by street artists from France and the US
In view of the grooming gangs inquiry, SIMON PARSONS feels the relevance of this powerful examination of trauma suffered at Medomsley Youth Detention Centre
JOHN GREEN doubts the motivations of a US war photographer who never questions why, or for whom, she is producing images of imperialist conflict
MARIA DUARTE reviews Springsteen: Deliver Me From Nowhere, Hedda, The Mastermind, and Regretting You
TONY CONWAY welcomes a thrilling and concise history of Hope not Hate, that is also a manual full of tactical advice
PAUL DONOVAN welcomes an inspiring account of living with deafness that has important lessons for the treatment of deaf people in today’s UK
FIRSTLY, thanks to everyone who came to my latest London matinee show at The Dublin Castle last Sunday. It featured a long overdue reunion with my old poetic mucker John Hegley, whom I first performed with on the CAST New Variety circuit in the early ’80s. He was brilliant, as was the unique and inspirational Blyth Power, and the place was packed. Cheers John! Lovely to see you again.
I wrote the first part of this on the long train journey to Rome, where last night I watched Brighton play AS Roma in the Olympic Stadium in the last sixteen of the Europa League.
I’m going to repeat that.
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