BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! @ The Phoenix, 730PM on 19 January 2011

BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! is POETRY SLAMMING on Wednesday 19 January @ The Phoenix

BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! on the third Wednesday of every month.
A POETRY SLAM, that’s what BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! is
And it gives you an audience, prizes, judges, a MASTER OF CONFLICT, a microphone, a pub for beer, more prizes AND 2 MINUTES to give us YOUR WORDS!

For glory, for the chance to say what you want to say at a bunch of people, for your public speaking practice, FOR PRIZES.
That’s right BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! is back for 2011

WHO’D ‘AVE THUNK WE’D MAKE IT!?

So bring your words, chicken scratchings, Tanka that you say twice, drunk ramblings, the poem to your boyfriend, the poem to the neighbour, the one you made by gluing cuttings from the NEWSPAPER WHILE WEARING RUBBER GLOVES or your 2 minute Iliad to BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT!

THIS MONTH WE FEATURE THE MAN AND HIS GUITAR,
The man who will make up songs on the spot with your words
The man who will resist the urge to wrestle the entire pub to the ground
WHILE MAKING UP THE SONG IN HIS HEAD

NICK D.

AND BECAUSE ONE FEATURE ACT IS NOT ENOUGH FOR A BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! AUDIENCE

BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! has demanded the return of
The Man who stared down the BAR KEEP’s bluff
The man who wrote the idiot’s guide to FREE WILLY the poem

POET SKIP SKIPSTER SKIPINATOR

So be at the PHOENIX at 730pm to sign up and perform your words, 
to sign up to judge someone’s words, 
to drink, to yell, to listen to people’s spoken words, 
for our feature acts NIC D. and SKIP 
to win prizes from IMPACT COMICS, MIND GAMES, FARMER GED and GORMAN HOUSE WHO HAVE PROMISED NOT JUST KRANSKY BUT VEGETARIAN PRIZES TOO!

Remember three first prizes, no props, an audience, no music, judges, original material and 2 minutes!

KATZENJAMMER @ Parlour, the Woodford Folk Festival, 31 DECEMBER 2010 to 1 JANUARY 2011

The storm broke briefly over Woodford for KATZENJAMMER to take those with luck or sense through midnight into 2011.  Could you be beat to channel David Byrne’s step to the sound KATZENJAMMER brought into Parlour at midnight? Probably and that means you can dance and dance and everyone did to KATZENJAMMER; except for one large hairy guy, captivated.  
About him the dance floor, packing, jumped to the audience welcome for authenticity, authenticity wrapped in the cloth of styles that other bands take one life at a time.  And Old Man Luedecke stood enthralled.  Then, through the lost train of thought came the bugle call and Viking Princesses battled for no reason other than the beauty of chopping each other to bits.  KATZENJAMMER: see them, listen to them, hope they visit your town, play your favourite venue and eat all the food out of your fridge.