The pen that devoted a year to poetry has turned to caustic prose. Huw Edwards has lashed out at most pillars of Welsh society after the judges of the National Eisteddfod's main poetry prize failed to even place his verses. In a post entitled 'Epic Cant', he rips into the Taffia, some by name.
First, 'Eisteddfodd bigwigs':
"Public life in Wales is dominated by a ‘virtuous’ elite — a mob of job-swappers who regularly pop up in different roles. They were out in force last week in their natural habitats: lavish motorhomes with wardrobe-sized wine fridges; Gaddafi-scale tents with space aplenty for druidic cavorting; ‘hospitality’ areas for the more discerning."
Then, the Monday 3rd August edition of BBC-produced Welsh news programme Newyddion, which led on Huw's entry.
"Unable to shake off the tabloid virus, the Newyddion team — spearheaded, it seems, by an individual called Jacob Morris (described to me by one of his colleagues in terms too offensive to print here) — manufactured a scandal which took the limelight away, quite unforgivably, from the deserving winner of the Crown poetry competition."
The item included the critical views of actress Sera Cracoft, who features in Welsh soap Pobol Y Cwm:
"Not content with this latest spasm of vengeance, they then sought the predictably hostile views of a soap actress. And for good measure, they interviewed the President of the Eisteddfod Court on the merits of banning people with criminal records from competing.
It was, as we say in the trade, a full-on monstering."
In parenthesis:
"The Newyddion team should thank me for this post. More people will read this — and learn of their existence — than will watch a typical edition of their programme."
Huw then monsters Ashok Ahir, who was President/Chair of the Eisteddfod when they ditched Huw from the Gorsedd of Bards:
"We had ‘enjoyed’ a rather tricky relationship when he was, in my view, a distinctly unimpressive manager at BBC Wales. Formal letters of Gorsedd ‘cancellation’ were sent in Ashok’s name to my elderly mother’s home — while I was being treated in a secure psychiatric unit. Those letters, which added to my mother’s distress, were not seen by me until my discharge months later."