We are so sorry to inform you
that we are going to have to close you down and take your licence away
after finding disturbing material on your premises, now be careful what you do
or indeed what you say,
for there is no arguing with the evidence of you supplying hard
karaoke to the citizens of this town,
lethal stuff that would confound the most elegant sounding of any bard
and in which it sounds like cats you are trying to drown.
I charge you with section 101 of the criminal penal act,
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Cast: Mark Rylance, Damien Lewis, Claire Foy, Thomas Brodie-Sangster, Bernard Hill, Joss Porter, Hannah Steele, Jessica Raine, Edward Holcroft, Joel MacCormack, Tom Holland, David Robb, Kate Philips, Luke Roberts, Richard Dillane, Will Keane,
Jacob Fortune-Lloyd, Alistair Mackenzie, Mark Gatiss, Anton Lesser, Saskia Reeves, Jonathan Pryce, Max Fowler, Joanne Whalley, Harry Lloyd, Charity Wakefield, Christopher Fairbank, Aimee Ffion-Edwards.
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Cast: Lee Latchford-Evans, Crissy Rock, Micky Finn, Ann Marie Davies, Emily Fleeshman, Olivia Sloyan, Derren Ankers.
Rita, Sue and Bob Too! is a play which asks so much of an audience that it might miss the very mark it is actually aiming for if not delivered with great care and attention and moulded gently by a Director who sees past the big picture and who can really push the unseen and near obscure to the very front.
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The world may be getting smaller but in terms of its output and the sheer abundance of music that comes forth on a daily basis, the expanse is such that it may be considered hard for many to keep up with what’s new, what’s available and what is to be seen as the dog’s own business.
For Blues that maxim is surely as true as it will rain at some point during the week and that the genre doesn’t get the ringing endorsement it is surely due in a world more and more obsessed with television programmes churning out singers who within the wink of a cameraman’s eye will be forgotten and mislabelled in years to come.
How can it be in this a civilised age
that we can fail not just those who try to change the world,
the young and full and ideas and sense beyond the crèche
of the Westminster island, but those who find
their way to emulation is to stand scowling at the passers by,
the feral
dogs keeping guard, the accessory to modern sainthood
as they patrol the streets in black armour, the modern knights
of the uneven and tattered pavement.
How is it possible to see the divide between the same coin,
She used to only call me when she was drunk,
or in need of some way to be herself,
to flop down on whatever couch or bed
I had in the spare room
for five minutes and allow the weight
of the world to be unfurled and hung out to dry.
When she was drunk I could cope, she was never there for long,
and always courteous to my own need for space.
When she was sober, she would wheedle her way into my head and dare
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When a band reaches fifty years in one form or another, the listener could quite rightly expect for Time to get the better of them. Time though can be fickle, it can easily be as nice to the passing of the seconds and hours as it can be cruel and waywardly malicious to the minutes and days that fall in between. As the time fritters past, it could easily subject you to ridicule and the rigours of slowing down, the steam not just running low, but barely existent, in your 20s and 30s and yet elevate you to a position of power and full of intrigue, deep fascination and adoration in your 40s and 50s. Such is the arrangement and accord time seems to have struck with the Scorpions and their new album, Return To Forever.
Our relationship has always been based on the need of one side,
yet today has been calm, composed and full of peace
and I wonder if the positions were reversed, in me would you confide
and I wonder if it should have always been like this, a tranquil release.
I sat back, I relaxed and did nothing but listen to you breathe,
your sincerity of spirit I realise I had kept always out of sight
I had asked you many times silently to leave
but in my head, you talked away unhindered, secretly loved, never used in spite.
I don’t remember standing in line with my hands held open,
a wooden bowl and half gnawed wooden spoon, chewed and nibbled at,
distressed over not through hunger but through fucking pain…
but I’m not meant to talk about it, complain or discuss it because
it shows a weakness, it shows lack of moral fibre that my great-grandfather’s
generation would have called Victorian values…the same Victorian
values employed that never allowed a heartbroken woman to grieve properly,
that allowed a monster onto the streets of Whitechapel
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Cast: David Tennant, Olivia Coleman, Jodie Whittaker, Andrew Buchan, Charlotte Rampling, Marianne Jean-Baptiste, Arthur Darvill, Eve Myles, James D’Arcy, Meera Syal, Carolyn Pickles, Jonathan Bailey, Tanya Franks, Phoebe Waller-Bridge, William Andrews, Matthew Gravelle, Shaun Dooley, Eliza Bennett, Lucy Cohu, Simone McAullay, Joe Sims, Charlotte Beaumont, Adam Wilson, Tom Rosenthal, Hollie Burgess, Lucas Hare.
It should never have been in any doubt that there would be a third series of Broadchurch commissioned, such a programme cannot be dismissed so easily with just two series underneath its belt and yet as the Not Guilty verdict came tumbling off the tongue of the Chairperson, there must have been an inkling that the original case was far from over.