The bard celebrates two other fine practitioners of the art, and laments a lost brewer
interglacial
Niall O'Sullivan
25°C straw titfer & sun cream smell makes me feel like I'm on holiday. daughter gets the factor 50 despite her filipino dna. when the ice sheet barred the path north of what is now condemned to be watford human footfall patterned the turf of doggerland, mutations filtered through. dry pallid skin to nab dna from dimming doses of sun. the welsh geneticist steve jones said that if a cro-magnon sat next to you on a train you'd probably change seats. if a neanderthal sat next to you on a train you'd move to another train. if a romanian sat next to nigel farage on a train then the romanian would have grounds to feel uncomfortable. they dredged up hippo bones from the banks of the thames. the romans, the normans, jimi hendrix & that lone doomed whale were all drawn to take part in this riverside sprawl. my parents came from ireland with £17 between them. if you voted ukip on thursday please stay the fuck out of my life.
The Bard does Bearded Theory, and lodges a complaint about bandnames
SUSAN DARLINGTON swoons in the presence of a magnetic frontman
WILL STONE in entertained, and some, by the Irishman Shobsy and the Dutch/Kiwi combo My Baby
New releases from Steve Tilston, FolkLaw, and Patch and the Giant


