We have already started thinking about plans for Eisteddfod in 2010. The likely date is Saturday 26th and Sunday 27th June 2010. This is the middle weekend of the Peterborough Festival.
Stick the date in your diary now and keep checking back here for updates. Or you can email Nyree Ambarchian for email updates - n.t.ambarchian@hotmail.co.uk
Next years' theme for the Battle of the Bards competition to find the next Chief Bard of the Fens is 'summer' as chosen by this years' winner Mark Grist.
If you want to register to enter the Battle of the Bards 2010 email Nyree Ambarchian - n.t.ambarchian@hotmail.co.uk
Sunday 12 July 2009
Excerpt from the winner of Eisteddfod 2009...
Mark Grist was crowned Chief Bard of the Fens after wowing the judges with his work...here's an extract from his poem 'We interrupt this Eisteddfod for an important channel 9 announcement':
We interrupt this Eisteddfod for an important channel 9 announcement...
What on earth do you think you’re all doing?
What on earth makes you think its ok?
To be outside enjoying the arts in the Fens
On this perfectly suitable for television day
Did you think we wouldn’t notice?
Well, did you?
Did you think we’d just let it all fly?
All those months programming trash
Just to make you all laugh
The odd clip show to watch
While you’re running your bath
All those phone in quizzes
Where the prize really goes to our staff
That was all done for you,
Or at least on your behalf
And did you consider leaving the house
a victimless crime?
Thinking ‘It can't possibly watch TV all of time!’
Well big mistake!
Because we are
Channel 9
Over time we've grown attached
to your fickle attention
We won’t give your eyes and ears up
Without due intervention
So we’ve rallied ourselves
In our Channel 9 tower
We’ve scowled at the ratings
For hour upon hour
We’ve digested the spreadsheets
In darkened decor
We’ve tortured researchers
Then tortured some more
Selected focus groups
Wrapped them tight in barbed wire
Slammed tequila in boardrooms
Chucked kids on the fire
And when it all seemed quite hopeless
The Ferrero Roche all but gone
A junior executive
Soulless and young
Leaned in and said...
Do you remember that film in the 80s?
The one with Kevin Costner?
Where he live with those Native americans,
Till he lost the Westernized ideals,
That stopped him from keeping it real
Instead he learned from nature how to feel
And hunted for his meals
Well, why don't we steal
the title of that film,
Then use it literally?
And imagine the slick
kick
to the public
we'll transmit
When we break all the rules
When we give the public what they want
When we give them
Celebrity Dances With Wolves...
On Ice
Nice
It’s a subtle blend of
Heartwarming
Howling and growling
With desperate TV icons
Who haven’t yet thrown the towel in
Yes,
Real Deadbeat celebrities
Real ravenous Wolves
And real Ice
Yes real ice
Everyday after school
See the crusty old host
In a shiny new suit
See the wafer thin model
In a dress that’s minute
The parade of the wolves
Who’ve been starved for a bit
How long will Keith Chegwin last
Till his jugular’s split?
You’ve got to admit
We’ve got our hands on a hit
As you pick up the remote with confusion and sit
And watch
All
Of
It
Fear, mixed with our
finest canned laughter
Whenever a wolf catches hold
Of his or her dancing partner
Smell the confusion, the menace
Taste the blood and the sweat
Hear the gnashing of teeth
During each pirouette
And so you’ll come back,
lie suspiciously deep
in your seat
Suckle tentatively upon
our CGI’d teat
Yes, you like that you fools
You idiots, you dogs
Channel 9 will envelop you
Till your senses are robbed!
And as you sit there transfixed
With those hounds in ball gowns
We’ll buy up the green spaces
And burn them all down
So there’s nothing
To distract
From the wolves that are hurled
On ice thin as your link
With the rest of the world
And you can boo all you like
But its time for the future
A future
of nature broken
Of Technicolor despots divine
And the future is no longer Orange
My friends
It’s worse…
The future is now Channel 9.
We interrupt this Eisteddfod for an important channel 9 announcement...
What on earth do you think you’re all doing?
What on earth makes you think its ok?
To be outside enjoying the arts in the Fens
On this perfectly suitable for television day
Did you think we wouldn’t notice?
Well, did you?
Did you think we’d just let it all fly?
All those months programming trash
Just to make you all laugh
The odd clip show to watch
While you’re running your bath
All those phone in quizzes
Where the prize really goes to our staff
That was all done for you,
Or at least on your behalf
And did you consider leaving the house
a victimless crime?
Thinking ‘It can't possibly watch TV all of time!’
Well big mistake!
Because we are
Channel 9
Over time we've grown attached
to your fickle attention
We won’t give your eyes and ears up
Without due intervention
So we’ve rallied ourselves
In our Channel 9 tower
We’ve scowled at the ratings
For hour upon hour
We’ve digested the spreadsheets
In darkened decor
We’ve tortured researchers
Then tortured some more
Selected focus groups
Wrapped them tight in barbed wire
Slammed tequila in boardrooms
Chucked kids on the fire
And when it all seemed quite hopeless
The Ferrero Roche all but gone
A junior executive
Soulless and young
Leaned in and said...
Do you remember that film in the 80s?
The one with Kevin Costner?
Where he live with those Native americans,
Till he lost the Westernized ideals,
That stopped him from keeping it real
Instead he learned from nature how to feel
And hunted for his meals
Well, why don't we steal
the title of that film,
Then use it literally?
And imagine the slick
kick
to the public
we'll transmit
When we break all the rules
When we give the public what they want
When we give them
Celebrity Dances With Wolves...
On Ice
Nice
It’s a subtle blend of
Heartwarming
Howling and growling
With desperate TV icons
Who haven’t yet thrown the towel in
Yes,
Real Deadbeat celebrities
Real ravenous Wolves
And real Ice
Yes real ice
Everyday after school
See the crusty old host
In a shiny new suit
See the wafer thin model
In a dress that’s minute
The parade of the wolves
Who’ve been starved for a bit
How long will Keith Chegwin last
Till his jugular’s split?
You’ve got to admit
We’ve got our hands on a hit
As you pick up the remote with confusion and sit
And watch
All
Of
It
Fear, mixed with our
finest canned laughter
Whenever a wolf catches hold
Of his or her dancing partner
Smell the confusion, the menace
Taste the blood and the sweat
Hear the gnashing of teeth
During each pirouette
And so you’ll come back,
lie suspiciously deep
in your seat
Suckle tentatively upon
our CGI’d teat
Yes, you like that you fools
You idiots, you dogs
Channel 9 will envelop you
Till your senses are robbed!
And as you sit there transfixed
With those hounds in ball gowns
We’ll buy up the green spaces
And burn them all down
So there’s nothing
To distract
From the wolves that are hurled
On ice thin as your link
With the rest of the world
And you can boo all you like
But its time for the future
A future
of nature broken
Of Technicolor despots divine
And the future is no longer Orange
My friends
It’s worse…
The future is now Channel 9.
The Chief Bard of the Fens 2009-2010...
Eisteddfod 2009 was a great sucess with some fantastic activities and events taking place.
The highlight was definitely the Battle of the Bards where Chief Bard of the Fens Robin Herne helped judge the contestants for this years' comeptition. After some fantastic word-smithery from all contestants Mark Grist was crowned the new Chief Bard of the Fens 2009-2010.
In his speech Mark thanked his fellow contestants saying the competition had been tough. As winner it was also his duty to set the theme for the competition 2010. Mark chose the theme 'summer' which I'm sure has got contestants thinking already!!
Thankyou to everyone who took part and helped make the day happen. Here's tp an even better event in 2010!
Here are some pics from the day...
Keep checking back here to find out what's happening for next years' event.
The highlight was definitely the Battle of the Bards where Chief Bard of the Fens Robin Herne helped judge the contestants for this years' comeptition. After some fantastic word-smithery from all contestants Mark Grist was crowned the new Chief Bard of the Fens 2009-2010.
In his speech Mark thanked his fellow contestants saying the competition had been tough. As winner it was also his duty to set the theme for the competition 2010. Mark chose the theme 'summer' which I'm sure has got contestants thinking already!!
Thankyou to everyone who took part and helped make the day happen. Here's tp an even better event in 2010!
Here are some pics from the day...
Keep checking back here to find out what's happening for next years' event.
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