Live Reviews & News – September 2001
OUT TO LUNCH with the FOOTBALL POETS LIVE! August 25th at – 2001 A Football Oddity – Alternative World Cup, Thorncombe, Dorset.
Hosted by the Easton Cowboys and Thorncombe FC the second Alternative World Cup is anbout bringIng people together through football, music (AND POETRY!) by socialising without isolating people by colour, sex age or culture. It’s an event that encourages passion and endeavour rather than the straight game’s obsession for commercialism and money. We’ve been kindly invited to perform by Will of the Easton Cowboys who got the Big Issue interview together with us. So with Stuart Bulter stranded, poems in hand, at the last-minute in Salcombe and Simon Inglis stuck up at Edinburgh Fringe, it’s down to yours truly (Crispin) and Jeff The Fuse to fly the Poets flag at this unique football and musical fest.
It’s a steaming Bank Holiday Saturday, and without a motorway in site, we drive down from Stroud in blue skies and eighty odd degrees,listening to Morcheeba and Radio 5, winding our way through village lanes and tiny back-roads to this oasis of footy. Picture the scene.Two immaculate pitches, a huge camp-site, three big marquees, with music, beer and food. There are teams in every colour sprawled and playing everywhere… buses from Germany, Holland and god knows where. It’s Hackney Marshes meets Glastonbury on acid! Shaved headed and long-haired teams of young and old compete and joke in the sun with dance music blasting from cafes and tents.A feeling of bohemia and footy anarchy abounds, a spirit of freedom and grass roots supremacy.
There are May Day flags and one that declares boldly Freedom Through Football (shouldn’t that read Football Poetry?) ah well…. and.. even when it strikes 5pm no-one makes a bee-line for a radio to find out how the straight world of footy is getting on….who cares…this is where the real game is played..stuff em! And what do you need straight after a game… that’s right Football Poetry(!!) so with the heat still relentless… and the generator for the PA still arriving by tractor (it’s that kind of festival)… we manage to get our slot put back to 7.30pm as it’s just too hot for anyone to think about being in tents… (i mean, who wants to be INTENSE at a festival- crap pun-sorry). Anyway despite the farmy-smell back-stage It’s a decent PA, cool sound-people…and someone hands me 16 bottles of beer(!)…WOW – A rider !
We’re on in the main marquee…before the bizarre Gong for Europe talent competition… we end up doing fifty minutes of poetry and music to children and monged out players who form a decent crowd around the tent… by the end..and clap and laugh in all the cool places…by the end we’ve got kids at our feet pulling at Tweetie Pie resplendent here in his Football Poets T-Shirt and smiling faces… the punk version of “What’s So Wrong About Wanting To Marry A Soccer Star”and “The Price Of A Beer”( a new poem/song about immoral ticket prices and being reduced to watching Sky) go down well …as i read Stuart’s Zapatista poem for the day to bemused beer-swilling blokes and their girl-friends …basically we just enjoy ourselves ….who was it said life isn’t a rehearsal (Geoff Hurst or was it Nabakov?) anyway it’s a great vibe here.. Jeff is on form on guitar..it flows well… people are
chilling and one or two even dancing(!) we end on old favourites “Superstore” and the new version of Murray Lachlan Young’s “Being Followed By The Rolling Stones” ….i even get to wear my new blue wings (sad eh?) that i bought at Arlington Festival last weekend…and turning round at one point ask the audience to “Look At The Wings On That” in praise of the sexist comments men usually make about women at such events!.We go down ok.(he wrote humbly)..we’re promised a later slot next time..and are invited back..it’s a hard job but someone’s gotta take the football poetry to the people.haven’t they..or are we alone out there?
A great event….well done to the Cowboys .. and thanks for having us….
Un-biased(!) Report by Crispin Thomas
(find out more about Easton Cowboys and see pics of the event at www.hemalimodha.co.uk./eastoncowboys
GIGS – A BUSY SUMMER….
Summer with Out To Lunch has been busy ,we’ll have done seven festivals and met some great people along the way at Tiverton, Larmer Tree Festival, Energy 21, Arlington Folk Fest, Malborough and now Thornecombe… we’re looking forward to WORD UP (Out To Lunch with the Football Poets) at the Stroud Fringe – Saturday Sept 8th.. It’s totally free so come along and chill……Football Poetry Workshops in the morning and a great gig in the afternoon…..there’s details about the day on these pages …seeya there!
for details of up-coming Out To Lunch Poetry & Music gigs/festivals go to www.ctmuk.com/outtolunch
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5th December 2022 at 8:11 pm
Stuart, you are not alone, in your dichotomy of doubt
but without dissention
you stand alone
in hogging our attention!
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16th November 2022 at 11:04 am
[Football on soiled turf]
This is a wonderful phrase which I shall be using from now on!
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15th November 2022 at 3:54 pm
Well said Crispin. One of the reasons for The Ball 2022/23 is exactly this – that FIFA need to know. The Ball is essentially a petition to FIFA to honour their commitments to the UN Sports for Climate Action Framework. They signed up; they should act. The Qatar tournament takes the World Cup in the opposite direction to that commitment. And 2026 looks like it’ll be even worse.
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8th November 2022 at 2:06 pm
Hi Guys
Re ‘Lets Boycott Qatar ‘ poem
You probably hate me banging on..and problably know (like me) that my/your not watching the World Cup in Qatar will make no difference.
Of course it won’t. That’s not the point.
OK someone might possibly eventually publish a minimal drop in terrestrial TV viewer numbers, but I fear that is unlikely.
But please above all, do go on writing poems about the World Cup, as/you we have always done. I hate to think a poem or two of mine might l make you feel bad about comenting on a game or country …or that I’ve put you all off about wanting to contribute.
So we’d love to hear from you and read your thoughts and observations, as ever on what’s going on.
Some of us have been here since Football Poets website birth/inception for the Euros 2000 ….
All my best wishes
Crispin
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18th October 2022 at 10:06 am
Shoot! (Something we’ve also been screaming in vain at our team all season !)
Great memories Joe . Before Shoot, it was Roy of the Rovers comic too, dropping through my letterbox.
Anxiously waiting each week to see if they survived in the mexcian jungle after an ambush..or a pre-season earthquake!
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3rd October 2022 at 8:32 pm
Thanks for the kind words Sharon. Yes, it was a shame with Billy Shako, but with five subs now being allowed, he might yet make it off the bench. Even if it’s just a cameo to close out a poem.
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2nd October 2022 at 1:49 pm
John, your new book is an absolute delight and more please. It’s a shame ‘Swapping Shirts With Shakespeare’ never made it off the bench, but quality football poets light up the writing fields like Roman candles. Go well.
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4th September 2022 at 12:42 pm
Great memories Greg. Took me right back.
Today I stand on a small terrace in the hills where I live watching Forest Green Rovers in L1, and keep up with Chelsea on highlights. It’s a far cry and a world away from those times when I lived as a child within walking distance of ‘The Bridge’ – just off the Ifield Road, which led to Fulham Road. The Blues were rubbish for so long, but we loved them and somehow we stayed in the old First Division for so many seasons. And of course we got to see Greavesie at his impudent best, scoring goals for fun. Mad unpredictable games where we’d score 4 and let in five.
The looming floodlights in the dark and mist on magic night games. The big games when the ground heaved.
I don’t think we ever realized how magical and incredible it was back then. The atmosphere and arriving there so early – like you said.. just to make sure you got in. Back when Bovril, tea and cake and roasted peanuts for sixpence a back were just about all on offer.
Good times.
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4th September 2022 at 12:37 pm
see above
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18th August 2022 at 10:20 am
To put it politely!
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