I’ve finally got round to getting to post photos directly to my Flickr account from my mobile in one very easy click. There’s something of a compromise here though. Shiny, feature-packed and lovely though my Nokia E71 may be, its piccies are clearly those of a phone, not a camera. It’s still worth it though. I love the feeling of live reportage when I can post on the spot, even though the subject matter to date has been mainly family snaps.
Helping out for an evening
Lily and I went to Marshall at the Science in Sport criteriums in Preston this evening – a nice chance to help out by putting a tiny back into this great race series that I try and get to most weeks.
Given that the cyclists came past roughly every 2 mins 20 seconds, it gave Lily plenty of time for a good load of hand-standing, as well as practising her own riding and running about.
By the river in Hubberholme
Some 30 years on, history repeated itself yesterday as we decided to make the most of some gorgeous summer conditions and spend an afternoon by the river Wharfe in Hubberhome. Going to exactly the same spot that I went to as a young boy, Lily and I frolicked in the cool water with the inflatable dhingy, Elvis dug all day for always-just-too-large stones, and Katie and Elsie managed to sneak in a tiny bit of chilling time. Just a bit.
I rode home on the bike in the boiling heat and got a few miles in, which was a lovely thing to sneak in.
We made video with incredible similarity to the family cine films of 30 years ago, including me looking scarily like my dad when I swim.
A long overdue meet-up with Biggers
It’s been seven years since we saw my old and lovely school mate John Bigland, and we finally got together on Sunday for a BBQ in Helmshore’s finest July weather. Or the finest it could muster up, which means just freezing northerly wind.
It was so great to catch up and it’s nice to have these reminders from time to time about how simple it is to get on straight away with people you grew up with. Good mates, a shade of reminiscing but not too much. No need… life’s still fun for all of us without any need to recall the past. Still nice to have a quick chat about whether he still has Tears for Fears posters up on his wall. Sadly, he doesn’t and neither do I. I prefer to think of it as a phase, and I’ll put some up again soon.
A night at the races
We took a family risk last night – hard for us middle class types – and let Lily stay up on a week night so we could all go and watch the Colne Grand Prix. Having the seven week old Elsie ‘stay up’ until 9:30 is a bit of a habit for said small person – so not an issue.
I’ve had such fun at this race in the past (2007 | 2006 | 2005) and it always seems to have been in great weather – but true to form, last night’s event was held in pretty rubbish conditions. We stayed dry – just – but it was cold and the rain before the event had kept away the hoards of locals who normally turn out to watch the event. See the pics here on Flickr.
My Team Wheelbase team mates Lewis and Stuart were riding, and it was great to go and lend a bit of support. In the end, it didn’t work out for either of them (though Stuart’s 25th was very respectable)… tough Elite field, valiant efforts and all that. Lily’s turning into a bit of a partisan, cheering for all the Wheelbase riders, including Rob Jebb at one point, who wasn’t even there!
Waugh’s Well Fell Race 2008
So that’s the break over with. 52 days after Elsie was born and 54 days since my bike crash, I’ve finally got back up and running and started the ‘training’ as opposed to the ‘keeping ticking over’. I’m really glad I forced myself to do the Waugh’s Well fell race earlier this evening.
A shade under four miles and climbing approx 1300 feet, it’s a classic Lancashire short fell race. I did it a few years ago and know the hill of Whittle Pike (climbed twice) really well – our house pretty much looks onto it so it’s a real landmark to me.
The time, and position were neither here nor there. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but what I got was one heck of a workout and a reminder that competition is the best form of training. A couple of years ago I’d have been pushing a top ten in a race like this on a good day, but I was content to push myself as hard as I can this evening in the knowledge that I’m back to training rather than keeping fit.
Another gobsmacker for the statisticians out there… average heart rate of 178bpm for the race (look at that graph… redlining!) and a max of 186. At 38, that’s pretty good and I think the max-est max I can recall since getting the trusty Garmin 305. View the course here in Google Earth. Mainly and out-and-back up-and-down race with a loop in the middle.
I beat my previous best by 40 odd seconds – I did the race four years ago and came 22nd. Not sure what position I was this year but it was about the same. Room, and time for improvement… the upward slope has started, touch wood.
Simon: Member of the worst five-a-side team in Britain
I’m very proud to announce that my brother-in-law Simon is a member of the country’s worst five-a-side football team.
Four Four Two: The worst five-a-side team in Britain.
Lily’s sports day – very short video
Katie, Elsie and I popped into school to watch Lily’s sports day today – her first. I’m sure it’s one of those parental thing where you love observing your children from ‘the outsider’s view’ but Katie and I were just wetting ourselves at Lily’s constant ants-in-her-pants movement in between activities.
Elsie slept through it.
Tour de France vs Wimbledon
I really love both Tennis and cycling – they both make good spectator sport on TV, but if people want to look at athleticism, this is an interesting stat….
Rafael Nadal, Wimbledon
7 Matches
in 18 hours and 32 minutes
Kim Kirchan, Yellow Jersey in the Tour do France
7 stages out of 21
in 28 hours 23 minutes
impressive stuff for us cyclists, but what’s important to remember is the knock-out style of the Tennis contests…. even so… it’d be a bit dull to watch just 16 cyclists battle it out for the final five days, like Wimbers.
Mark Cavendish: A star about to shine
When the 95th Tour de France gets under way tomorrow in Brittany, our own Mark Cavendish is on the verge of becoming a star, and the thought excites me. Though we’re not yet on the verge of producing the first ever British overall winner for yellow – the centre stage of cycling – I predict we’re about to see the coming of age of the finest sprinter this country has had in (my) living memory.
Cavendish is still young, still fresh, oozing confidence… but he also has utter class and a ferocious sprint that, at the end of a fast, long stage, is just unbelievable. Yes – it’s the Tour to France and a lot can happen – including some nasty crashes in the first week, but if Cav stays out of trouble, we’re heading for a great first week.
Hovis Presley – I rely on you
Not much poetry here on Minnellium but a good few years ago I was listening to a “Poetry Please” special on Radio 4 and heard ‘I rely on you’ by Hovis Presley – a Lancashire poet of whom I knew literally nothing. From what I recall, the poem was read out by Roger McGough, and ever since then, somewhere in the back of my mind, I’d been intending to dig out the poem from somewhere or other, but never quite found it.
I’ve now found it, and it’s every bit as good as I remembered. Here’s the poem:
I rely on you
I rely on you
Like a Skoda needs suspension
Like the aged need a pension
Like a trampoline needs tension
Like a bungee jump needs aprehension
I rely on youI rely on you
Like a camera needs a shutter
Like a golfer needs a putter
Like a gambler needs a flutter
Like a buttered scone involves butter
I rely on youI rely on you
Like an acrobat needs ice cool nerve
Like a hairpin needs a drastic curve
Like an HGV needs endless DERV
Like an outside left needs a body swerve
I rely on youI rely on you
Like a handyman needs pliers
Like an auctioneer needs buyers
Like a laundromat needs dryers
Like The Good Life needed Richard BriersI rely on you
Like a water vole needs water
Like a brick outhouse needs mortar
Like a lemming to the slaughter
Ryan’s just Ryan – without his daughter
I rely on you
Try as I might to love poetry to music, I find the fusion difficult, and whilst things like LKJ seem to work well, this version of Hovis Presley I found on Youtube doesn’t work quite as well as it should do (for me!), but it’s nice, nevertheless, to see the lovely poet in action, before his untimely premature passing in 2005.
Hovis Presley – YouTube – I rely on you
John Hegley did a similar poem, of equal stature in my mind… with possibly a touch more irony that, although brilliant, seems to make it less sincere.
I need you like a novel needs a plot.
I need you like the greedy needs a lot.
I need you like a hovel needs a certain level of grottiness
to qualify.
I need you like acne cream needs spottiness.Like a calendar needs a week.
Like a colander needs a leek.
Like people need to seek out what life on Mars is.
Like hospitals need vases.
I need you.I need you like a zoo needs a giraffe.
I need you like a psycho needs a path.
I need you like King Arthur needed a table
that was for more than just for one.I need you like a kiwi needs a fruit.
I need you like a wee wee needs a route out of the body.
I need you like Noddy needed little ears,
just for the contrast.
I need you like bone needs marrow.
I need you like straight needs narrow.
I need you like the broadest bean needs something else on the plate
before it can participate
in what you might describe as a decent meal.
I need you like a cappucino needs froth.
I need you like a candle needs a moth
if it’s going to burn its wings off.
UK economic crisis… well, the Haygarths are trying their best anyhow
We’re in the middle of a nasty “credit crunch” (or ‘depression, slump, etc as it used to be known), and whilst Gordon Brown admirably tries his best blame it on other nations*, just read things like this to be reassured that the Haygarths – or at least one of them – is doing their best to further he UK economy…
North Wyke scientist highlighted for contribution to UK economy
*Despite thinking flooding the economy with an extra £27 billion to bail out Northern Rock was a sound long-term policy