To have a theatre named after you in your home town means you have done something credible. The Brian Epstein Theatre, previously The Neptune, was closed for many years. This was a great disappointment to me as it is a beautiful and unique venue to watch musicians and comedians; with previous viewings such as Julian Cope, John Martyn and Loudon Wainwright the III. So returning this evening to the deserved renaming of the man who didn’t discover the Beatles, but moulded them into fame and stardom, still Liverpool’s biggest source of tourist income 47 years after they split, is rightly deserved. (more…)
The title refers to Stewart Lee’s once comedy partnership with Richard Herring, on BBC2 in the late 1990s. Their Sunday afternoon programme, ‘This Morning with Richard, Not Judy’ is a tedious link I admit. I had forgotten about Stewart Lee until his Comedy Vehicle programme on BBC2 was shown in the early 2000s, so watching him live, nearly 50, and full of cynicism, is rather refreshing. (more…)
At a stroke, that life changed
to a new road unimagined,
a slower road than the one I ran
even as an aging man.
All was assumed,
now I struggle to achieve
even very simple things
and worry on the words I sing. (more…)
The ‘elite’ need May, or more specifically the Tories, to continue their privatisation and cuts plan. They see Brexit as the opportunity to push through a sort of ‘shock doctrine’*, bringing in fundamental and irreversible change to the way society is run. (more…)
The last Saturday in March and it looked and felt like a glorious Spring day. With due diligence I arrived in town early and enjoyed the sunshine and banter as the other day trippers began to gather. (more…)
Kev Lea reviews the play set in 1943 occupied Guernsey.
The Playhouse, the venue for tonight’s play, is beautifully preserved in my view. Whilst outside and in the foyer has been modernised, the actual theatre and decor, remain in the past. I absorbed the ambience by sitting on my own for a while before the play started, trying to encapsulate the atmosphere of this historic building. The lights dimmed and went bright briefly, indicating to the punters, tonight’s play was about to begin.
Would you like to swing on a star,
Carry moonbeams home in a jar,
And be better off than you are?
Or would you rather be a Trump? (more…)