Well I might be alone here, but Bob Dylan is a brilliant poet, wrote beautiful melodies, and is revered as the greatest song writer of our generation. Ok he didn’t sign up to the SPGB, he flirted with Christianity, he can’t sing. But he loved his cat, he was quite romantic, and he spoke up for the poor immigrant. I can’t remember all of the Keats and Wordsworth etc from school, with their Urns and Nightingales and whatnot, but I’ll not forget Dylan singing about his love beating like a hammer, she’s like some raven at his window with a broken wing. If Glasgow Branch had “a bit of a cult” for Dylan in the 1960s – well good for that branch!