Poetry

"The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese"
G K Chesterton

About a week ago I promised a blog post about poetry - I had big plans for reading a book of Poems cover to cover over the course of this week and then writing up the experience at the weekend. Fate has interveened and thanks to catching a bug on Monday I've had rather more time on my hands than I planned but also a lot less inclination to read a book of prose than I had thought I would.

I think it will help if I describe my first introduction to poetry when I was at school. I'm pretty sure we did read the odd poem when i was at primary and middle school but we only really started analysing them when I got to high school. My first impressions were " what a complete pile of crap!" though to be honest thanks to the efforts of the staff at Prudhoe County High I was turned off  all forms of english literature for years. When it came to choosing poems and novels for us to study the faculty had clearly got their heads together and thought "what is the most misserable and depressing collection we can assemble?" They clearly worked hard on this as my main memories of the texts we studied were..........

• Two books about missfit kids growing up in grim industrial towns - in each case novel ended with child having dreams shattered.
• A Seamus Heany poem about a hot summer/frogs and another one about drowning kittens (i'm really not joking here!).
• The Crucible - a play by Arthur Millar, dramatising the Salem Witch trials - where, suprise suprise, there was a miserable plot/ending (Laura has since told me that the play was wrtten as an allagory of McCarthyism - an important detail our english teachers neglegted to mention when we were studying it).

We did at least get to study one Shakespeare play (Romeo and Julliet) which made up for things a little bit but the whole GCSE experience turned me off any form of classic literature for the next decade. I have recovered from this a bit but my knowledge of poetry remains patchy at best.

Anyway, I've now started dipping into two books of poetry.... a Penguin anthology of Victorian Poetry and Rapture by Carol Anne Duffy (the poet laureate) both picked out by Laura at Tynemouth market a few weeks ago. So far so good, I've enjoyed some of the Victorian ones more than others, this makes sense with them being by a range of authors but the Carol Anne Duffy book is very easy to read and have enjoyed nearly all of it, this despite it being a collection of romantic poems - not something i thought i would have liked much.

Writting my own poem is still a long way off, and getting it published will be more difficult than i imagined (the evening chronicle does not have a poetry column!) but I'll report progress on this as it occurs.

 

my current reading list

A truth universally acknowledged.........

I've been working away on a few of the challenges (motorbike licence, new country to visit, poetry) in the last week, all research rather than action so have been drafting a post with my musings on poetry - to appear later i hope. However, this afternoon there was an incident which could/maybe have led to progress against challenge 2.

I'd just been to a bit of shopping and on my way home decided to drop into Blockbusters just to browse for 10 minutes. I bimbled round the place for a little while and was just looking at the TV box sets when one of the staff working there, probably wondering at my aimless perusal, came over to ask if I was looking for anything particular " i was just looking to see if you had the ITV adaptation of Pride and Prejudice" I replied. This was actually true - i recently completed reading the book (it only took me four years - long story), and had been chatting to Laura about adaptations on the big and small screen to be informed that the recent hollywood version is rubbish (i actualy quite enjoyed it) and that i should really try watching the TV one  (the one where darcy goes for a dip). "that was made in 1995" she replied, " it's fantastic but it is a little old and we're only a small shop so we don't stock it, i could order it if you like?". She was very excited to tell me about it - it's one of her favourite dvds and she's watched it loads of times, so we ended up chatting for quite a while about all things P&P - i also found out her name was Emma, she had an encyclopedic knowledge of actors, Jennifer Ehle is brilliant as Elizabeth Bennet, and she is sick of people asking her if Emma was her favourite Jane Austin novel (i hadn't asked this). As we were chatting i had a quick thought about challenge 2, the video store could be considered a strange place i suppose? and if this all goes wrong I can alway just join the 21st centuary and sign up to Netflicks!?

apparently you have to include a picture of Colin Firth in a wet shirt in any piece

about P&P, it's the law

So all was going swimmingly until the subject of Mr Darcy came up. Great, i thought, thanks to Laura's insistance on my finishing the book I can actual give and informed opinion on this! (big mistake). "Well, i think Mathew Macfadyen was excellent as Darcy in the movie - he did the shyness / arrogance thing really well!" From all smiles her expression suddenly hardened - "No - Colin Firth was the best Darcy and no-one else has ever come close!" . That seemed to finish the conversation - so i completed the order for mr firth's opus and left. Oh well, back to the drawing board on this one...............

much cooler- surely!?





p.s. please note - at no point in the conversation did i offer any sort of opinion about Keira Knightley! I have long ago learned that's always a bad move in situations like this!

Hardmoors 55

This blog is supposed to be about my attempts to complete the challenges listed in the first post over the course of 2013. I’m cheating a bit with this one as it’s all about the doing Hardmoors 55 run which was definitely not on the original list (and as am sure Laura, Nick, Kate, Al and Anne would point out – these challenges were not supposed to be running/outdoory type things). However, it did turn out to be very much out of the comfort zone and there’s been another large gap since the last post so hopefully I’m allowed a little leeway here………….

The Hardmoors 55 is an ultra-marathon starting at Guisborough following the Cleveland Way through to Helmsley. I’ve done a few marathons and a couple of ultras in the past and had been looking for an event to do early in the year after a bit of a break from running distance running since last November. A friend, (Flip Owen of Fetch and Elvet Striders) has always spoken highly of the Hardmoors series and it’s just down the road and so I thought I’d give it a go this year. If you want to check it out have a look at the website (http://www.hardmoors110.org.uk/cms/?q=node/48)

There’s 2700m of accent/decent on the course, 300 less than the L50 (the ultra I’ve done previously) and it’s generally regarded to be more “runable” – so I thought it would be a good challenge but not too extreme. How wrong I was!

I didn’t make things easy for myself by not really doing sufficient training in the build-up, the weather has been rubbish and my knee has been playing up so I only did 4 runs of 15 miles or more since Christmas, I then compounded this not getting my kit sorted out until the night before the race and then remembering that I’d broken my water carrier in Morroco and had never got round to replacing it – thankfully Penny was on hand to lend me hers. [for non-runners – this paragraph is what is termed as “feeble runners excuses” – it is traditional for me to get these in as early as possible before describing any race in detail]

The next challenge was getting to the start. The organisers put on a coach to get you from the finish, where you can park your car, to the start at Guisborough. This means that when you finish, assuming you are still capable of using your legs you can drive home with the minimum of fuss. The coach leaves at 6am so it was up 3:30 am for a 4am start. Thanks to the snow I got the car stuck on Sutton bank 3 times and it was only thanks to a fellow runner giving me a push that I made it on time. There was time for a bit of a snooze on the coach before we got to the start for registration and a kit check (a rucksack with full windproof/waterproofs, extra layers, map, hat/gloves, electrolyte drinks, gels, survival bag is mandatory for all competitors).

I couldn’t find an easy to copy map of the route, so this one is of the HM110, but we followed the route from the 5 marker (Guisborough) down to the blue flag (Helmsley) in the south west corner – you can find a better map on the weblink above.

135 runners/lunatics had made it through the snow for the start and in the race briefing we were warned of the risks of hypothermia by the race marshals. I should note at this point that it was fantastic that the organisers had decided to keep the race on, the weather reports were pretty bad and in a safety obsessed culture it was wonderful that these guys were essentially saying it’s going to be very cold and windy but you’re all grown-ups, and if you want to race it’s up to you, rather than taking the easy option and just cancelling.

The conditions at the start were cold, but with tracksters, a good base layer and windproof top quite manageable. The race started bang on time and we steadily worked our way up the first ridge and along to Roseberry Topping, it was a little windy but not too bad. I bumped into Flip Owen (a friend from Elvet Striders and the source of the photos below) and we had a quick chat about the conditions but we were both too cold to stick around for two long. It needs noting here that while ultras are running races, unless you are supremely fit then running the full distance is nigh on impossible. Most of us walk up the steeper hills and then run on the flat bits and the downhill sections (or just stop and pose for photos as below).

Coming back up the hill from Roseberry Topping (photo courtesy of Flip)

From there on to Kildale going stayed good with nice tracks and thanks to the cold weather all the mud was frozen. I was having great fun, I’ve always preferred running in the cold to the heat of summer, the countryside looked great and there were lots of nice fellow runners to natter to along the way. Just as was thinking about how great everything was it all got quite nasty, the climb up to the moor from Kildale is just about runable but once on the top there was a 25 mph headwind and as the path got higher there was more and more snow until it became ankle deep after about 2 miles.

Track along to Blowarth Crossing (before it got really bad)

This is what it should look like!

The remaining 4 miles to Blowarth crossing and the next CP were the nastiest I’ve ever run, the wind chill (-12) left me unable to feel my hands and snow drifts (up to waist high in places) made the track unrunable. There was nowhere to get out of the wind and put extra layers on so the only option was to keep ploughing forwards to try and keep warm – an attempt to have a drink at this point revealed energy drink I was carrying had frozen. It was around about this point that the demons started to visit – it’s pretty common thing for runners, you’re running along and starting to get tired and suddenly you start to question whether you can finish the race, blame yourself for not having trained enough, beat yourself up for not having the willpower to go quicker, question your own sanity for putting yourself through this yet again – a mate at Claremont Road Runners summed it up perfectly once at a cross country race “I was running along nicely till the second lap and then suddenly I just hated the world!” . The best cure for this is running with others who take you mind off it but on Blowarth there was no one within 100meters of me for most of the time and even if there had of been we couldn’t have heard each other over the wind. I also remembered at this point telling Nick and Kate not to mind the bad weather too much when we did the Lakeland 50 last year and that “bad situations make good anecdotes”, Nick pointed out that this statement would come back to haunt me and it most definitely was doing.

There was a self-checkpoint on top of the moor and thanks to my numb hands it took several attempts to punch my course card but then thankfully the track turned sharply and started to drop back out of the wind a little. The section over the next few crags was not as quite as exposed with the wind going across us rather than being a headwind and there were people to run with and natter to, my mood lifted and I started to feel good again. There was a lot of snow and ice on the downhill stretches so we were all being extra careful but there were more nice encouraging marshals at the checkpoints and even some hardy spectators/supporters along the way.

Another brave marshal (with a tent full of sandwiches and flapjack)

At 32 miles the course goes into Osmotherly and there was a checkpoint in the village hall, a welcome chance to warm up, grab some food and a mug of tea provided by the excellent marshals. Anna from Elvet striders was there and it was nice to see a familiar friendly face. It had taken around 6 hours to reach this far and I was a bit surprised at the time, I had expected to be going much slower but getting out of the cold was quite a motivator.

The second half of the run has a lot less hills than the first so there was a chance to speed up a bit, though there were again sections with large snow drifts and high winds. By this point a few of us teamed up to help get each other to the finish and make sure we didn’t get lost along the way. This really helped me out as with about 5 miles to go I started to feel a bit rough so decided to walk for a bit, when I got running again gravity had been tilted by 45 degrees, I lurched sideways across the track, overcorrected and then lurched the other way into a steep verge. The chap I had been running with (Doug) was suddenly quite concerned and saying something about gels, it didn’t really make much sense to me and I remember waving some shortbread at him before he told me quite sternly that I needed to take a gel right now! This cut through the fog and I found a gel in my pocket to consume. It tasted fabulous (this is a very worrying sign, energy gels taste repulsive!) and the fog cleared completely. My blood sugar levels had dropped badly and had Doug not been about to help me things could have gone bad quite fast. I took another couple of gels just to make sure I’d be ok and we started jogging again.

One of the excellent marshals near the top of Roseberry Topping

The last 5 miles were run in the dark but the route was well marked so we didn’t get lost. Annoyingly I somehow started to think about an Abba song and for the last 3 miles had to suffer Benny, Bjorn, Annafrid and Agnetha belting out Take a Chance on Me in my head for 30 mins, my head was definitely starting to go a bit. Finally at 8pm we jogged into Helmsley and staggered into the cricket ground (the finishing line) in a fraction over 11 hours (mercifully Abba shut up at this point). Of the 135 runners who started all but 10 finished, the winner completed the course in 8 and a half hours, incredibly not too far off the course record and he’d had to batter his way through the snow drifts first, making life easier for all of us that followed.

Its fair to say I was a total wreck at the end, I was absolutely delighted/gobsmacked by my time, I had thought that on a good day I might just have been able to squeeze under 12 hours but to get close to 11 was fantastic and it was really all down to the guys I ran with keeping me going. It took about an hour to warm up and recover my faculties – I think I may have been gibbering quite a lot - and I could drag myself to the car for the short drive to York where my mate Scott fed me, gave me some beer, listened to be gibbering on for a bit and put me up for the night.

Anyway, not on the list but definitely out of the comfort zone. I plan to get back on with the regular challenges and post some more updates soon. Particularly efforts to understand poetry a bit better…………

Normal place, strange girl?

Just a quick post this time with an update about challenge no2 (I had considered adding a post about my latest baking exploits but have put quite a bit on here about bread and cakes – and I think we all need a break from that – lest they become even less popular than the references to Hercules).

This weekend 3 of the 6 people who helped set the original challenges were up in Newcastle for a couple of days (Laura, Nick and Kate). Thanks to the chaotic way we always seem to do these things everyone arrived at different times. Nick was the first to turn up having spent the day on the bus coming up from London and we had a while to wait before Kate arrived on the train – the pub and a curry house seemed a sensible place to while away the 5 intervening hours J

We had a nice couple of beers in the Bacchus, then proceeded to Akbars for a slightly disappointing curry (Rabbit Tandoori definitely didn’t work). Eventually we made our way down to the Town Wall for a last couple of drinks before Kate’s train arrived. After dodging the drunk couple at the bar who were trying in vain to hold one another up we managed to find a seat on a long table with a bunch of girls having a leaving do. There were some mild protests about it being their reserved table but eventually Gemma, the girl who’s leaving do it was, kindly said it was ok for us to perch ourselves at the end. They then proceeded to leave us be and get on with their drinking. This situation would have remained had Nick not decided to bomb their group photo by doing his best Fonzy impression at the back of the shot.

Not Nick – but we never got a copy of the actual photo bomb

They didn’t notice for a while but eventually when they checked back through they saw him – they were impressed by his pose and we had a bit of chat then one of the party. Came and sat next to me and started talking…………. and talking……… and talking. I struggle to remember any of what she was saying but we could barely get a word in edgeways (I think she may have been a bit dismissive about me and Nick being scientists at one point – she was a legal secretary)– what I do remember is over the course of this decidedly one way conversation her hand moved onto my knee then worked its way up my leg over the course of about 20 minutes. Technically there was clear potential to pull – however the pub could not really be considered a strange place, though the girl herself through did prove herself to be quite strange with some of the stuff she was saying including randomly starting an argument with someone at another table for no other discernible reason than he was from Cumbria. By this time Kate’s train was in so we decided it was time to leave.

So challenge two not completed – but writing it down has helped me continue with challenge 6. When recounting this story to a friend (who has asked to remain anonymous) I was asked why we decided to leave when there was such a clear possibility? Because she was crackers - I replied. His response, REDACTED.

Losing my religion

“I commend my soul to any god that can find it.”
― Terry Pratchett, Going Postal

I’ve done challenge number one and making fairly steady progress on challenges 2 and 10. I ought to look at some of the others and start making plans. Today is st valentines day so the logical one to look at would be challenge 2 – but for the very same reason today is far too depressing a day to start planning for that one, though recommendations for strange places to complete that challenge are welcome.

Then again, it is a saints day so I could be argued that I should have a look at challenge 12 (become an ordained minister of a religion or cult). This will be tricky being an atheist, also the wording of the challenge implies that I should become an ordained minister of an existing religion – I’m not allowed to start a new one (this is a shame as if I could start one of my own then “thou shalt not get over excited about cupcakes” would be near the top of the commandment list). The Catholics do seem to have a vacancy coming up, and it would be nice to go straight in at the top…………

 

Do you think they might want to employ a supply pope? (p.s. i know its Robbie Coltrane really)

But apart from being utterly impossible it would also be horribly offensive to about 2 billion worshipers worldwide. I guess I have to start small, so some research into the world’s smaller, more obscure religions would seem to be called for. A quick bit of googling turned up some very bizarre religions including a group in the Czech Republic that believe in godly extra terrestrials communicating with us via a man called Brenda, the Nuwaubianists, who amongst other things believe………

·         People were once perfectly symmetrical and ambidextrous, but then a meteorite struck Earth and tilted its axis causing handedness and shifting the heart off-center in the chest

·         Each of us has seven clones living in different parts of the world

·         Women existed for many generations before they invented men through genetic manipulation

·         Homo sapiens is the result of cloning experiments that were done on Mars using Homo erectus

·         Nikola Tesla came from the planet Venus

But my personal favourite is the Prince Philip Movement. The Prince Philip Movement is a cargo cult of the Yaohnanen tribe on the southern island of Tanna in Vanuatu. The Yaohnanen believe that Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, the consort to Queen Elizabeth II, is a divine being, the pale-skinned son of a mountain spirit and brother of John Frum. According to ancient tales the son travelled over the seas to a distant land, married a powerful lady and would in time return. The villagers had observed the respect accorded to Queen Elizabeth II by colonial officials and came to the conclusion that her husband, Prince Philip, must be the son from their legends. When the cult formed is unclear, but it is likely that it was sometime in the 1950s or 1960s. Their beliefs were strengthened by the royal couple’s official visit to Vanuatu in 1974 when a few villagers had the opportunity to observe the prince from afar. Prince Philip is aware of the religion and has exchanged gifts with its leaders and even visited them (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prince_Philip_Movement).

Members of the Prince Philip Movement with photos of one of his visits (Wikipedia, 2013)

Interesting though all of these sound, none are particularly tempting to join. So instead I’m having a little go a religious observance by giving up something for lent, in my case chocolate – this has already backfired on me today when having discovered we were out of milk in the coffee room at work – I decided to have a hot chocolate and then realized I couldn’t – bugger! Thanks goodness I didn’t decide to give up beer!

Let them eat cake

Just a short update on progress with baking challenge....... Taking Penny, Laura's and Colin's advice I have invested in some baking equipment - a new mixing bowl and an electric mixer and had another go at cake. Just a plain sponge recipie , 250g caster sugar, 250g self raising flour, 250g butter and four eggs, following the mixing advice Penny and Laura gave and keeping in the oven for quite a while longer resulted in the cake in the photo below (i did the check with the spike to). The cake tastes pretty good and I think I can now move on to doing the whole layers, fillings, iceing etc :-) will have to find some volunteers to taste test at work tomorrow.

 

no sinking in the middle this time

also had another go at bread, this time something a little more adventurous, sun dried tomato and olive bread - i really should get a proper bread tin to get the shape right, but it tastes lush (even if I do say so myself), i would have tried finding some volunteers for the taste testing but have nearly eaten it all already. I'll definately keep baking bread once the challenges are completed :-)



thinking I'll be making more next weekend

Erm, excuse me mate but i think you've nicked my towel

Another two week gap in the blog posts…. Must get myself a bit more organised, though the gap is largely due to not really making any progress last weekend. However, I can make up for it this weekend as I have made solid progress on challenge number 1.

A quick re-cap on what Hercules had to do for his first labour – he had to slay the Nemean Lion, this beastie had been pretending to be women in distress at the back of a cave, luring men to come and rescue them then devouring them and sending their bones to Hades. Hercules tried slaying the lion with arrows but they all bounced off so he had to resort to stunning it with a club and then strangling it. My first challenge was “non arrestable public nudity” – not as dangerous but one of the challenges I was most nervous about.

Public nudity is a little frowned upon  by the general public and in particular the police service – I didn’t want to streak at a football match and get myself into trouble with the law so I ended up doing a bit of google research on naturism/nudism. No obvious options came up but then chatting to a mate Phil about this he remembered that there used to be a monthly naked swimming event at the East End Pool, some more googling revealed that this was still running though had now moved to the city pool to make use of the Turkish baths and the next event was on the 9^th of February (that was yesterday – you can see where this is going). I didn’t fully make my mind up to try it until Thursday evening but I duly filled out the online booking form on the Naturist Club website, paid my £10 via paypal, and a few minutes later received my confirmation email with some helpful instructions (bring two towels, don’t bring trunks etc). It was really only after getting the email that I started to think / worry about what this was going to involve – getting my kit off in front of total strangers – and how I might have to explain why I was trying this for the first time (“well… erm… it was a sort of drunken New Years Eve bet….” Probably wouldn’t win me many new friends).

Just after 5pm on Friday I remembered I would have to print a copy of the email as confirmation of my booking, this presented a problem as I don’t have a printer at home, the only ones I have access to are at work. Oh well, I thought, its only a minor misuse of office supplies – I logged on to my email account found the right email and without thinking hit the print button…………. Completely forgetting that unless I’d getting the print setting right the email could be sent to anyone of about 30 printers scattered across three buildings . To say my heart started racing is something of an understatement – 5 seconds of frantic mouse clicking revealed that it had thankfully been sent to one in my building, only one floor down but it just happens to be one that everyone on that floor uses. I’m not sure I’ve  ever run so fast in doors but thankfully I was able to recover the email helpfully titled “Your booking confirmation from Nudeswim” and with my name all over it before anyone could get near it – panic over (for a day at least).

The following day was of course the 9^th and as the event didn’t start 5 I had the whole day to mull it over – a ten mile run in the afternoon took my mind off things for a while but by 4 it was time to get ready, pack two towels and no trunks, and head into town. I got to the pool about 10 minutes after the doors opened and lined up with about a dozen very average folks as we each had to have our name /ID checked, the chap doing the checking realised I was a first timer and very kindly got someone to show me around. The changing area was the dry room in the Turkish Bath section, all very nicely set out and full off naked people sitting around, chatting and having a drink. At this point I was left to take my clothes off in a screened off area. Walking back into the main area was surprisingly stress free – I stopped to put my clothes in a locker (being very careful not to bump into anyone) and then headed for the pool. We were told we had to cover up with a towel to get between the Turkish bath and the pool as it was vsible to the public. The pool was already reasonably full by the time I got there – about 30-40 people, ranging from late 20s to late 60s, about two thirds men, felt a bit strange but not too weird until I saw the two life guards, a boy and a girl, both in their early 20s, fully clothes . For some reason you feel a lot more naked when there are fully clothed people around!

Getting into the pool without shorts on did feel strange, as did swimming to start off with – you become aware of water turbulence in ways you don’t normally do – but once I’d done a couple of lengths it all felt quite normal. Yes there were a lot of naked people around but swimming is swimming. I spent about 40 minutes swimming up and down – I’d decided that goggles were a bad idea so was going a little slow – and chatted to a couple of the other swimmers.

All was going swimmingly (pardon the pun) until I decided to try out the Turkish baths. Getting out of the pool I noticed that a bloke had just picked up MY towel! And before I could do anything he’d wrapped it around his waist! I needed that towel to get back to the changing area without flashing the public! I quickly explained to the gent that he’d got the wrong towel and took great care to note which side of it had been on the inside!

After a quick trip to replace said towel I had a go in the Turkish bath bit. It was my first time in one (either clothed or unclothed), it was very pleasant, a little odd chatting to naked strangers about random things like buses but still v nice. Eventually it was kicking out time, so had a quick freezing cold shower, said goodbyes to a few of the people I’d been chatting to, put my clothes back on and headed back out into the cold night air.

So that was the first challenge passed (a slightly long post, this has taken ages to type), not nearly as out of the comfort zone as I had expected. The people I met were all v nice, I felt a little bad about being a bit of a tourist at their event. Very glad I tried it though and the conclusion I came away with is that the germans have this sort of thing dead right, naturism is no stranger than ski-ing, golf or bowling.