Sunday, July 30, 2006

Bristol Boat Regatta

On Friday night, Bevan and I wondered into Town to check out the festivities at Bristol's annual Boat Regatta.









We headed over to the Lloyds Bank Amphitheatre, where DJ Derek was spinning some tunes...



For those who don't know, DJ Derek is a white 65-year-old reggae (and alcohol) lover with a Jamaican accent, and has been the all-night resident at St Pauls' Star & Garter pub for as long as I can remember. He was very entertaining, not only with his drunken gesticulations during the various Bob Marley tunes that he played, but he also told a little story between each of the tracks. It was a fresh new approach to DJing, but everyone seemed to be loving him.



Bristol was looking particularly picturesque...





As this old boat moored next to us, I couldn't believe my star-struck eyes when I looked on board to notice this gentleman...


Yes, It's none other than HTV West's Bob Crampton.

My night was complete.

Monday, July 24, 2006

Bristol Community Festival Piccies

The weekend started like so many Ashton Court weekends before it - with a long trek up the never-ending hill.


Thankfully Bevan & Rosie's mission to push Josh was the perfect excuse for us to have many stops along the way, for some essential cooling down.


The Saturday afternoon was more of a family orientated affair this year.



Not only did we have Josh...


But Naomi also brought Josephine along for a couple of hours.

It was great to see Naomi for the first time since her wedding over two years ago. Somehow she managed to avoid my camera though. She basically looks like an adult version of Josephine (but with a full row of teeth).

Of course, apart from the price, the festival was exactly the same this year as it is every year.





With the usual queues for the portaloos


And people everywhere


As the afternoon rolled on some more familiar faces arrived. Benny only managed to stay for a couple of hours though as he had a housewarming party to go to, and Chew also headed off in the late afternoon for his school leaving do. Why do people arrange things for Ashton Court weekend?

Anyway, just for a while, we almost had a group going.







When Kim arrived, I mentioned Jonny's request for us to build a shrine to his and H's memory. As you can see, we went to a lot of thought and effort...


All of a sudden it was dusk.


We watched Blowpop vs. the Beat Monkeys on the WKD stage, which turned out to be breaks vs. rock. The highlight was Rage Against the Machine's "Killing in the name of" followed by the Timo Maas remix of Azzido de Bass' "Doomsnight", which went down a treat.

Ultimately though, the combination of music was very odd, so we made our way over to the amphitheatre stage to see Dreadzone. Unfortunately they were also rubbish, although they did play 'Little Britain' for their encore, which has no relation to the hit TV series, but is used as the theme tune for the Nationwide League highlights on ITV. What a way to finish the Saturday!

Sunday brought more clear blue skies, and on the journey to the site Bedminster was looking as stunning as ever (it's over there between the field and the sky, honest).


I met up with Bevan, Rosie and Josh at the summit of the hill, who after yesterday's nightmare journey had sensibly taken the bus all the way to the gate. Sunday was typically altogether more relaxing, and I spent the day lying around in the sun and nursing my hangover with a bottle of wine.

We briefly wondered over to the performance stage...


And then spent the afternoon at the main stage, listening to a mixture of dodgy ska and rock.

Unfortunately, no-one else made it up there on the Sunday, so I made the journey home with B, R & J as the sun began to set.

As I wondered down the hill, I contemplated that it had been a cracking weekend, but that so many people were noted by their absence. Jonny & H, Em & Chris, Sam & Moe, Mark & Wendy, Mike & Ella, Richard, Ali, Will, basically all of the usual regulars were definitely missed.

I think this was the first Ashton Court since my debut 13 years ago that I had not been with a big group, and it did feel different. It was still a really enjoyable weekend, but there's just something about being in a group that makes it even better...

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

Richard the GB Triathlete

I'm sure Richard won't mind me saying that 18 months ago, he was nothing more than a dirty fat smoking bloater. In a remarkable turnaround, Richard swapped his addiction to nicotine with an addiction to exercise. In a matter of weeks he had shed his excess pounds and regained his trim pre-university physique.

Within a year he was competing in triathlons, which as I'm sure you know, involve swimming...



cycling...


and running...


Recently, Rich had a shocker in a triathlon that could have lead to his call-up to the GB team, where he attached his cycling shoes onto his bike pedals the wrong way round, and then in an attempt to make up the time on the bike section, he cycled the wrong way - twice. Despite these momentous cock-ups he still managed to secure his spot as first reserve for the team.

Thankfully, it seems as though someone may have been injured, or something, so yesterday Rich got the call-up to represent Great Britain at the World Age Group Championships for Triathlon in Lausanne, Switzerland at the end of August.

So, fat bloater to Great Britain athlete in eighteen months. Not bad going, perhaps there's hope for us all. If anyone wants to hear more about how he did it, check out Richard's blog! He did emphasise that it's really for his family to update them on his progress, but it's definitely worth a look. He agrees though, that really he should have called it 'lycra heaven'.

Anyway, congratulations mate!

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Pegs™ 2006 (Warning: Epic)

The second season of Pegs™ is well underway. Set in the beautiful surroundings of Bedminster, specifically the sun trap (and giant cat litter) that is my back yard, Pegs™ is slowly developing into a masterpiece. A game to rival any that stands before it, with an excellent chance of reaching Olympic status by 2012.

In the name of progress, the game has been adapted for 2006. Anyone who was involved in or witnessed any of the thrilling encounters from the summer of 2005 will remember the table that balanced on my hammock to act as a 'backstop', and the washing basket that offered a relatively simple one-point target. These have been scrapped for the new season, mainly because my hammock split into two the first time I tried to use it after the winter, and the washing basket had cultivated a variety of interesting life forms. I guess you could now call it our pond, albeit a very shallow one.

Anyone who has never heard of the game before are probably wondering what on Earth I'm talking about, or more likely have stopped reading. Perhaps I should explain the rules...

Basically, two or more players sit behind the line and take it in turns to throw first pegs, and then corks at a variety of targets, which are seven or eight yards away at the bottom of the garden. Currently, we simply take it in turns and ensure that we throw an equal number, but obviously by the time Pegs™ reaches Olympic status this will be standardised, and pegs and corks will be coloured with the nation's flag.



This is the action area. A direct hit into the green bin is worth three points, and the terracotta pot is worth two. If a player's peg or cork balances in the basket that hangs over that pot it is worth four points, however if it gets knocked into the pot at any point in the future then that player will drop two points (four points for the basket becomes two points for the pot, you see). In the same way, if it gets knocked out of the basket and into the cat litter, that player loses all four points.

Any peg or cork that lands on the chair and stays there picks up a single point, which of course also gets deducted from the player's total if it is later knocked onto the cat litter.

New for 2006 is an ingenious ten point option, which generally comes into play in the later stages. The pole that hangs from our washing line is balanced on the edge of the chair. If a player can knock it off with a direct hit they earn ten points. Rebounds do not count, and if the pole slides off the back as a result of a player hitting the chair with a powerful attempt, then that player has to get up and replace the pole (and also earns nothing). If a player hits the pole directly but it stays in place on the chair, then they only earn five points.

Also new for 2006 is a penalty rule. A player will lose three points if their peg or cork is irretrievable. This can happen when ten point attempts fly over the fence into the bush, or occasionally corks or pegs find their way into the small gap that hangs between the fence and the wall. Many pegs have been lost to the peg graveyard. Generally, losing three points for an out of bounds shot is harsh, so we have added another rule: If that player can hit the chair directly with their next shot (and only their next shot) they will recover those three points.

Finally, games are best of three sets, or 'pegs' as we confusingly call them, and obviously, the winner can put their feet up while the loser collects. This can be a dangerous task, particularly in bare feet...


The new season is still young but already there have been many epic encounters. The four-player international game with Mike and Dan was legendary, and had more turnarounds than Swindon's magic roundabout. However, below I will briefly describe the events of another thrilling battle between Chewy and myself. I just hope I can accurately portray the tension and excitement that mark all good Pegs™ encounters. I'm sure you can see it in Chew's eyes...



It took place yesterday in the late afternoon, and bar the occasional mild wind conditions were perfect.

I took the first peg 42-39 in a game that was close all the way. I eventually won it with my final cork when I fluked a 3-pointer (as I was aiming for the 2). The second peg was relatively low scoring, but with chew's final cork he picked up 2 points to put him 25-22 ahead. With my final cork I was left with three options. I could go for the three-point bin to tie the peg, or the ten-point pole to take the victory. Both of these are tricky shots with little margin for error, so in the end I took the third option. Chew had two pegs hanging in the basket. If I could knock one of them into the pot and also drop my cork in, then I would gain two points and chew would drop two. I would therefore win the game 24-23.

I couldn't have aimed my cork any better. It flew into the basket and seemed to bounce around two or three times. I'm sure it nudged both of Chew's pegs before dropping into the pot, but they held firm, and so Chew took the second peg by a single point, 25-24.

The third and final peg was quite remarkable, as just about every peg seemed to stick in the basket. The four yellow's and the front blue one are Chew's. As the game developed, most of Chew's pegs seemed to stay in the basket, and most of mine seemed to drop, so Chew opened up a 12-point lead going into the corks.

I made a recovery after knocking off some of chew's pegs and finding my range with the 3-pointers, plus I even managed to balance a cork onto the basket for 4, but chew managed to knock it off and pick up some 2's himself, so with one cork remaining each, the score was 44-40 in Chew's favour. Like bowles players, we both made our way to the action area and studied the pegs. Three of Chew's yellows and his dark blue still remained from the early stages, and all seemed to be firmly wedged in. Clearly it was my pink and light blue that were more likely to drop, so I was left with no choice but to go for the ten pointer. I have a surprisingly good record at picking up ten points when I need them, so I remained confident, despite the pressure. I picked my spot on the pole, lined it up, and threw with all of my might.

Direct hit! Well, I skimmed it anyway. The pole wobbled and there was an unerring silence as we waited to see whether it would slide off the back of the chair. It didn't, but not to worry I still picked up five points to put me 45-44 in front. I did have a panic that my cork had gone out of bounds, but Chewy could confirm that he had seen it bounce back into the garden after smacking against the fence.

So, all Chew had to do was score with his final cork to win the peg and match. The atmosphere was tense, as he made another stroll down the garden to check the pegs in the basket. Finally, he returned to his chair, took a sharp intake of breath, and lined up his shot.

It fell short.

In the end the pressure got to him and I retained my crown as Official Pegs™ World Champion, at least for the time being.

Watch out for Pegs™ at your local sports bar or leisure centre in the coming months, but in the mean time, I have just started my sickeningly long summer break, so there's an open invitation. I'll take on any challengers, any time...