Pete The Temp

Mr Temp (BA, MA, PHD, PDF) is the UK Hammer and Tongue Slam Champion (09/10), BBC Radio 4 South of England Slam Winner (09), Wychwood Festival Slam Champion (09) and Oxjam Slam Champion (07). Pete has now given up boxing.

He is a stand-up poet, a singer-songwriter and a damn fine administrator. His act combines high octane slap-stick poetry combined with musical comedy and audience participation. Since 2008 Pete has shared a stage with some of the biggest names in spoken word and comedy including, Bill Bailey, Mark Thomas, John Hegley and Elvis McGonnagal.

Last year Pete co-founded Cyc du Soliel (a cycle and solar powered sound system). The system is used to do green themed performance poetry workshops and festival stages.

He also hosts Cabaret Clandestino in his home town of Oxford.  His next project is a climate changed themed performance poetry road show. His tour of the UK festivals in 2010 will take him to Glastonbury, Edinburgh, Shambala and Secret Garden party among others.

www.myspace.com/petethetemp

'Irrepresible king of foot stomping street poetry' [Apples and Snakes]

'a rabble-rousing, one-man riot of a performance poet' [Fay Roberts, Poetry Kapow]

`Bill Bailey got the most laughs closely followed by Pete The Temp'

[Oxford Mail]

`His performances are captivating and hilarious'

[www.brightonpoetry.co.uk]

You Rely on Me

My name is Fossil Fuels
And you rely on me.

Mosquitoes need blood
Smack heads need junk
Solvent abuse needs glue
And you rely on me.

A cemetery needs ill health
The Tories need the Daily Mail
Three year olds need to know "why?"
And you rely on me.

Starving dogs need something to chew
Sewerage plants need gallons of poo
Didcot could do with something to do
And you rely on me.

Violence justifies bouncers, you see
Failed marriages justify sex workers, you see
A poem demands a rhyming...device
And you rely on me.

Consumers need to choose
British sex lives need booze
A cockfight demands a low regard for the welfare of poultry
And you rely on me.

Where there's Eric there's bananas
Where there's Slough there's concrete mixers
Where there's smoke there's fire, my friend
And where there's you there's me.

I'd like to see you without me, my friend
And a painter with his eyes gouged out
I'd like to hear of a deaf man's symphony
And I'd like to see you without me.

Because you can't have dictators without arms dealers
You can't have a supermarket without desperate farmers
You can't have a dam without flooded farmland
And you can't have a you without me.

Pete Bearder

www.myspace.com/petethetemp

www.hammerandtongue.co.uk

www.myspace.com/cabaretclandestino