Storytelling and Poetry Slams 2020
at the Rhyme and Tell Club
4th Sunday of each month. 8.00pm Six Bells Brewery & Pub
Bishop’s Castle, Church St., Shropshire. SY9 5AA
After five years of performing stories and poems here at the HoBB and at public readings and slams I’ve started to record a few. Here’s a link to my first – Bellarach.
Vids next, although I don’t know much about editing so things get uploaded unedited, raw / first take. Don’t just take my word for it, go and look at our first animation film shot at the HoBB for the World of Water charity whilst making pizza in the dark.
I like to collaborate on all my projects and Little People Books launched with the help of fellow artists Peter Scott and Mitch Mitchell.
When in Bishop’s Castle, call in at the first Poetry Pharmacyin the World
Here’s some screen shots of our first web site which is now archived and here to remind me to do the podcasts.
Mi wnes i cyraedd Y HoBB ar y cyntaf o Rhagfyr 2019 a wnaeth Grant a Helen cymryd i i fewn efo breichiau agored! Wnaeth nhw ddangos i fi y prosiects oedd angen cael ei cychwyn neu gorffen, ag gad i fi ddewis beth oedd i eisio wneud. Wnes i ddewis cynllunio ac adeiladu bocs post, achos oedd y bost yn yr un hen yn mynd yn soggy pan oedd o’n bwrw. I cychwyn, wnaeth Grant ddangos i fi syt i fraslunio fel y gallai i ddylunio un! Pan wnaeth i orffen cynllunio, casglais darnau o bren o’r storfa enfawr mae gen Grant, a cychwynais i adeiladu! Ar ol tua wythnos, roedd pobeth wedi ei orffen a dderbyniwyd y bost cyntaf yn bocs post newydd!
Retaining wall
Yr ail peth wnes i cychwyn gwaith arno, oedd adeiladu wal. Oedd rhaid i fi cymysgu concrete, rhywbeth dwi wedi wneud o blaen, ond wnaeth Grant ddangos i fi syt i wneud o y ffordd Y HoBB. Defnyddiwyd cerrig naturiol o o gwmpas y eiddo, ac aru ni gorffen adeiladu y wal yma.
Here’s a poetic festive wish from Richard and Grant, performed at ‘Jam at the Rad.”. (words below – in English)
We wish our birthday could have been in Summer or Spring,
We’d pack for sun and sandy days,
Like bluebirds on the wing.
But now we’re here in Chrissyland, with little joy we shout,
“Can we come home for Christmas mum?
That’s right – we both want out!”
Now Santa heard this tale of woe
“You really want to go?
You do not like the reindeer
And you’re not so fond of snow?”
“We’re very sorry Santa,
We don’t really like to moan.”
Then Santa smiled and waved his hand
And whisked them both back home
Chorus 2:
The lights are on, The stars are out, The presents tightly packed. The snow will fall, For one and all And crackers will be cracked.
We’ll toast the year That’s been and gone, And wish the new year in, All beside the fire tonight
Bost Nadolig
