This Sporting Life

July 8, 2017

It is about a year since I last wrote about sports and today seems just the right time, what with so many of my favourite events taking place all at once.  It plays havoc with the sleep schedule, with European and Asian games happening throughout my night time.  Oh well, you are only retired once!

The key to staying up most of last night, for example, was the start, at 12:30am, of the deciding game in the rugby union series between the touring British & Irish Lions versus the world-champion and virtually invincible New Zealand All Blacks.

The Lions tour comprised 10 games, of which three were Tests against New Zealand. Before our team even left England, the sporting papers were suggesting we would lose all 10 games and, most especially, all three Tests. Well that didn’t happen. Of the 7 additional games, the Lions won 4 and tied another.  The All Blacks won the first test, while the Lions won the second. Which brought us to last night, the decider, with the series all tied up. It was a phenomenal game, fortunes flowing back and forth. At the end, the score was 15-15, match tied. That meant for the first time in history, the series was tied.

I guess we Lions supporters could be disappointed not to have been the first to defeat the All Blacks in New Zealand since the early 1990s. But frankly, we did so much better than any pundit had suggested that, I am sure for the All Blacks, this must feel like a defeat. I stayed up and watched all the games and it was thoroughly worth it.

The game finished about 2:30 this morning. The third day of the 1st cricket Test between England and South Africa started at 3:00am — what was a boy to do?  I stayed up.

This is a new era for English cricket. The senior English Test team is now being captained for the first time by the young Joe Root. He is an adventurous player and over the last couple of years has been recognised as one of the finest batsman in the world. In the first innings two days ago, in his debut Test as captain, Root scored 190 runs and almost became the first ever player to score two double-centuries at Lords. His captaincy and leadership skills  are hardly doubted, but they were in fine display over the first couple of days of this Test.

I stayed up and watched until the “lunch” break, which was 4:00am for me. When I got back up at about 9, I watched the last hour of play, too.  By the end of the third day, England is dominant with both bat and ball.  Odds are we will win the Test and make a grand start to the cricketing summer. The era of Joe Root has begun and it looks like a winner!

By deciding to sleep at 4:00 this morning, I missed watching the first real mountain stage of the Tour de France. Luckily, I was able to watch the last 20-odd kilometres on tape. I saw the new great French hope Lilian Calmejean win on an individual breakaway, fighting leg cramps through the final mile or so. It was a brave ride and gives France two victories in the first 8 days of the Tour. My favourite sprinter, the exuberant Peter Sagan, got himself disqualified on day three when he appeared to cause a major and dangerous crash of Mark Cavendish at the stage’s finish line. That’s a bit of a disappointment; and my overall favourite for the yellow jersey, Alberto Contador, lost time on the first stage time trial which ran in torrential rain. But I expect him to move up in the mountains now we are there.

Also interesting is the fact that there are three Brits in the top 10 after stage 8: Chris Froome, Geraint Thomas, and Simon Yates. The Brits have been winning the race over the recent past (Sir Bradley Wiggins, Chris Froome twice), but having three riders so high in the Tour shows some well-earned depth.

With all this going on, I have hardly had time to follow Andy Murray and Milos Roanic at Wimbledon.  They both seem to be still playing, so that’s good.

Finally, to throw another wrench into the schedule, the July sumo basho starts tonight at midnight. These days, we tend to watch the bouts on YouTube the following morning, so at least we can sleep almost normally for the 15 days’ tournament. There are a bunch of young rikishi moving up in the ranks and it is interesting to watch them assault the highest ranks of the sport. This basho will see 27-year old Takayasu begin as the newest ozeki, the sport’s second highest rank. He, like Kisenasato recently promoted to the highest rank of yokozuna, are Japanese who are challenging the two decade long reign of the Mongolians at the peak.

That’s enough of all that. It is a full and glorious sporting life right now.


This Sporting Life

September 2, 2016

September is full of pleasures for me — special birthdays, cooler weather, stuff — and the start of the European rugby union season is one of them.

I watched the opening game today, with Gloucester hosting Leicester Tigers. I don’t support either team and so was cheering on Gloucester as being more West Country than Leicester. I was happy therefore that Gloucester had a comfortable 31-7 lead soon after half time.

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Image: David Rogers/Getty Images

However, Leicester were having none of that and scored a spectacular 31-38 win with the final play of the game. Here’s a real report of the game.

This was northern hemisphere rugby at its most enjoyable. I thought the handling skills of both teams were phenomenal, especially so early in the season. This augers well for the winter ahead!


This Sporting Life

August 8, 2015

Quite the day. Quite the day in a sporting life.

England won the Ashes, crushing the Australians in the fourth Test to take an insurmountable 3-1 lead in the five-game series. It had been another fast and exciting Test match, with England dominating from the first session.

2015 Ashes

For those who don’t follow cricket, it might be difficult to understand the significance of the victory.  For many in England, winning the Ashes is above almost any other sporting achievement; it is the very peak.

What makes this even sweeter is that most pundits expected the Australians to win, many of them predicting a 5-0 whitewash. They were proved devastatingly wrong. Moreover, this England team is young, very young, and aggressive, and will only improve. I expect England to shoot up the Test rankings.

Today is also the opening day of the Premier League football season.  Chelsea opened their account against a lively Swansea. They were leading 2-1 at the beginning of the second half when Chelsea’s goalkeeper was sent off!  Swansea scored from the subsequent penalty, and the game was tied at 2-2 with Chelsea a man short for the final 35 minutes. Swansea attacked (mostly), Chelsea defended (mostly) until it finished as a draw.  It was entertaining stuff.  Not the best start to our title defence, but I guess it could have been worse.


This Sporting Life #11

October 18, 2014

I believe It started with the extraordinarily good fish cakes, I made.  They were so good that we found ourselves in a mellow, satisfied mood.  This contrasted strongly with much of the early afternoon which I had spent arguing with Clr Andrea Reimer, who seems to think that a simple apology noting a mistake she made would be the equivalent of a mortal sin against which she must wriggle with all her might.

Bsck to the fish cake-based good mood.  While in this post-dinner euphoric state, the ever-loving and I realized that, being about midnight already, it was only two hours before the New Zealand All Blacks faced the Australian Wallabies in an important rugby match.  We could have recorded it, of course, but where’s the fun in that!  Tea and toast got us through the next couple of hours.

And it was worth it.  The All Blacks are the very best team in the world, recognized by everyone for their superiority.  This compares with the Australian team that had been rent by internal disputes off the pitch in the week leading up to the match. They were expected to be crushed by the All Blacks. But nothing could have been farther from what actually happened.

The All Blacks scored first and quickly and it looked as though the predictions were accurate.  However, the Wallabies regrouped and pressed the NZers so hard that, with just five minutes to go, the All Blacks were down 22 to 28 and a completely unanticipated defeat stared them in the face.  But this is the brilliant All Blacks. A wonderful running try, and a conversion on the final whistle pushed the champions into a glorious 29-28 victory.  A truly great game of rugby, ending at 4am our time.

Four hours later, I am up and watching my beloved football team, Chelsea, stay undefeated in the season, beating another London team, Crystal Palace, without too much trouble!   What a good night/morning!

Now, perhaps after a nap, I have to write up an detailed anatomy of Andrea Reimer’s mistake and her pit-bull like refusal to accept the reality of the situation and fess up to a simple mistake.  As they always say, the cover-up tends to be even less salubrious than the crime itself.

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This Sporting Life #10

October 10, 2014

I watch a lot of football (or soccer as it so quaintly known in North America) but I don’t usually watch MLS, no matter how well or badly the Whitecaps may be doing.  However, this evening, I watched the second half of the game against Seattle that the Whitecaps won by a single goal; and I tried to analyze why I don’t follow MLS more closely.

I worked it out:  the MLS is rather like a no-contact schoolboy league game and is therefore quite boring to anyone used to the best.

Modern football, as epitomised by the major European leagues (the English EPL, German Bundesligia, Serie A in Italy, or La Liga in Spain, for example), is a super-fast full-contact sport played by hard men (many with exquisite skills, but hard men nonetheless).  There is a certain level of brutality, I suppose, but that is the way the game has developed. It is hard to imagine any of the players I saw tonight coming off well in any clashes with a top European half-back.  I  can see them crawling off the pitch and crying into their yoga mats.

Perhaps more importantly is the lack of speed.  MLS forward advances seem ponderous at best and old-fashioned in their rigidity.  Top-class footballers follow their team’s prescribed shape at top speed but are always willing to tweak the tactic for an opportunity.

Finally, if tonight was any guide, the MLS officials are mediocre and proscriptive.  They also seem to miss a lot of the action and get little help from their assistants. They reminded me of European hockey refs who call a lot more contact penalties than an NHL official ever would.

And that, perhaps, is the best analogy:  MLS football is to European football as the British Hockey League is to the NHL. They all play the same game, but ….

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This Sporting Life #9

July 26, 2014

With the completion of today’s Individual Time Trial, and with the exception of the almost-celebratory run into Paris tomorrow, this year’s Tour de France is now complete; and it has been a quite marvelous race.

There was a clear expectation by most observers that this year’s Tour would be a closely fought battle between Alberto Contador and Chris Froome.  However, with both of them being forced to withdraw during the first week, the “lesser lights” who normally would have been supporting their leaders were given a lot more freedom to go for stage wins and high rankings in the overall classification. This opened up the race and made for some spectacular days.

NibaliVincenzo Nibali (nearly always my second choice after Contador) has been the leader almost from the beginning and will win tomorrow by more than seven minutes; a victory thoroughly deserved.  He has looked cool and prepared on every single stage, winning a major mountaintop finish, handled the difficult cobble stage, and competing effectively in the time trial.  In hindsight, I suspect that he might well have won this year even had Froome and Contador stayed in.

Peter Sagan is such a consistently good performer that he has swamped everyone else in the green jersey (sprinters) competition without winning a single stage (though he has a chance still tomorrow morning).  In the King of the Mountains polka dot race, the young Pole Rafal Majka wins after an exciting contest. Majka reminds me that this Tour has thrown up a new crop of your riders, raiders we will be seeing at the top of the lists throughout the next decade.

Just as important, this year has been the best in a full generation for the French with their riders taking 2nd, 3rd and 6th place.  In addition, with the collapse of the Sky team this year, French team AG2R Las Mondiale will win the team competition by a wide margin.

It has been a great race — a true Grand Tour — and now we look forward to the Vuelta d’Espana later this summer which may well have the finest group of riders for many years with Contador and Froome trying to make up for their TdeF failures.  I will probably be supporting the young Colombian Nairo Quintano.

 

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This Sporting Life #8

December 28, 2013

In my sporting life  there have been some wonderful high points this year, but today just wasn’t one of them.

After giving the Australians a right thrashing in the Test series in England during the summer, our cricket team travelled to Australia for the winter series primed for victory and with all the odds in our favour.  Today, we find ourselves down four Tests to zero after yet another comprehensive defeat by the Aussies.

Our cricket has been shockingly bad — batting, bowling and captaincy; and it looks as though we need to have a thorough shake up of the entire team — just when we thought we had a group together that would be victorious for years to come.

Bitterly disappointing.

Still, we have the next sumo basho in a couple of weeks, and the cycling season starts with the Santos Tour Down Under in three weeks.  This sporting life can only improve!


This Sporting Life #7

July 14, 2013

England beat the Aussies in the first Test of this year’s Ashes contest, and Chris Froome destroys the opposition in the Alps:  What a great day for this sporting life!

And all this even before we head off to Western Lake for a dim sum treat for the ever-loving’s birthday!  Woo-woo!


This Sporting Life #6

July 10, 2012

There’s little about my sporting life that can be bad on the day when England complete their crushing of arch-rivals Australia 4-0 in a cricket series!

And with Canadian Rider Hesjdal winning the Giro D’italia, Brit Bradley Wiggins leading the Tour de France by a wide margin, and my two favourite rishiki (Kisenasato and Kakuryu) starting well at the Nagoya basho, my summertime sporting life is as good as it can be.


This Sporting Life #5

May 12, 2009

Sadly, the Vancouver Canucks were beaten in the Stanley Cup playoffs.  We played pretty well overall but we just couldn’t beat Chicago.  Oh well. That leaves more room for cycling, sumo and cricket!

The Giro d’Italia race just began this weekend.  This is Lance Armstrong’s first grand tour since his comeback.  I am no fan of his and I can think of a dozen riders I’d prefer to win.  A win by Mark Cavendish would be a turn up for the books — it has been a long long time since England had a serious GT challenger.

HarumafujiThe May basho also began in Tokyo this weekend.   After 3 days, only five rikishi are still unbeaten, and these include my favourites Haramafuji, Takamisakari and Kisenosato.   The highly publicized Japanese up-and-comer Goeido, and current sumo god Hakuho round out the top five.   The cracks that have appeared lately in the great Asashoryu’s game seem to have opened up again last night.  He was soundly defeated by Aminishki.  Early days, early days.  We’ll see how it shakes out come this time next week.

As for cricket, we England fans are still basking in the thrashing we gave West Indies in the first Test.  Coming off a limp series in the Caribbean and in advance of the classic Ashes series against Australia later this summer, the victory was greatly appreciated.   The second Test starts on Thursday and we will be looking to repeat.


This Sporting Life #4

November 9, 2008

This is a great time of year for an armchair jock like me.  Football (soccer) and hockey seasons have been going for a few weeks now, there have been some important cricket matches in sunnier climes, and the Fall basho began just yesterday in Koyushu.

aminishikiThe great sumo champion Asashoryu seems to be confirming negative views of his fading career by withdrawing from this basho because of an injury.  That news seemed to leave fellow yokozuna Hakuho with an easy path to his 9th Emperor’s Cup.  The main interest for this tournament was to see if our favourite, Ama, the smallest rikishi in the sport’s senior ranks, could gain 11 wins out of the 15 bouts and thus win promotion to ozeki.  But then came last night’s opening.   Ama won a challenging first fight against Kotoshogiku.  But Hakuho found himself floored by the popular though erratic Aminishiki.  Hometown favourite ozeki Kaio lost too, as did ozeki Kotooshu (confirming, perhaps, the belief that his Cup victory in May was a lucky blip).  Even after just one day, this basho already seems excitingly unpredictable and open for a surprise victor.

nhl_g_luongo_580In the NHL, our beloved Canucks started the season with a series of victories. They then slumped, but now, after last night’s game, and due in no small part to three straight shutouts by goaltender Roberto Luongo, they lead the Northwest Division.   They are an exciting, attacking team with 48 goals already, and from a wide range of players.  Whatever changes GM Mike Gillis wanted in the team, coach Alain Vigneault seems to be delivering.  If only he could have been half this positive last year!

Over in England, Chelsea still march forward, leading the Premier League with an incredible +25 goal difference.  With Manchester United losing yet again today, only Liverpool stand in the way of total domination!  [Reader Alert: cliche-ridden sentence to follow:] But there’s a long way to go in the season yet,  we have to take it one game at a time, believe in ourselves and give 110%.


This Sporting Life #3

September 29, 2008

The Fall basho passed quietly.  After the marijuana scandals of the summer, and the lifetime suspension of three Russian rikishi, I think everyone connected to sumo breathed a sigh of relief as the tournament itself went off wellYokozuna Hakuho has settled in as the reigning champion, easily winning his 8th Emperor’s Cup with a 14-1 record.  Our man Ama, smallest rikishi at the highest level, was second at 13-2, winning the Outstanding Performance Award and adding to his claim for promotion to ozeki.

The great champion Asashoryu seems to be winding down his career.  He lost 4 of his first 7 fights and retired from the tournament with “injuries”, the second time in a row he has pulled that stunt.  There will be pressure on him for sure to either pull up his socks or to retire.  Asashoryu has 22 Emperor’s Cups and was hoping in a few years to have taken the record from Taiho’s 32 wins.  However, Hakuho, Ama and a few up-and-comers will probably put paid to that idea.  Of course, if he comes back for a win in November, then all bets are off.

Hooray, the European football season is back!  It is a treat to watch good football each and every Saturday morning.  I am especially pleased that Chelsea are already top of the English Premier Division, a position I hope they hold until the end.

Also starting is the North American ice hockey season.  We are still in exhibition play for another couple of weeks, but the Canucks have begun what was supposed to be a “transitional” season for the team with a surprising 4-0 record.   Vigneault has been putting out some fascinating line combinations with our young prospects and a few of the talent acquired over the summer.   Today is the big pre-season cut day; a dozen or more players have to be cut from the roster.  It will be very interesting to see what the coach does with fewer options.

And finally, there is cycling.  Alberto Contador joined the list of only four other cyclists who have won all three Grand Tours: the Tour de France in 2007, the Giro d’Italia this May, and the Vuelta a Espagna this month.  It has been hard to follow the post Tour season.  My heavy load at work and no TV coverage has made it very difficult.  I love to watch cycling, and following it on text just doesn’t cut it.  Hopefully the 2009 season will be better covered by OLN and others.


This Sporting Life #2

July 20, 2008

Another full week of all work and no play.  I finally shut it all off at about 2 today.  I had a nap, cooked a wicked dinner, and even managed to do some painting.

I can’t blame all my tiredness on the long hours connected to the office, because there are a few complications unconnected to work; first and foremost being the Tour.

While it is certainly true that I prefer cricket, football and hockey to cycling, it is equally true that my favourite sporting event of the year — the only one I actively look forward to — is the Tour de France.  This year it started about two weeks ago, at exactly the same time that work became hectic.  It runs in my time zone from about 3am to 8am.   I usually manage to watch from about 5 until I have to leave at 7:30, following the finish on my Blackberry as the bus chugs along.  I’ve been known to leave late some days.  On the weekends, of course, all sense is discarded in the realization that I can watch from beginning to end, so long as I sacrifice a few hours sleep.

It’s been a wonderful Tour, by the way, a few drug busts notwithstanding.   Today’s mountain stage was some of the most extraordinary sporting drama created by extraordinary athletes I have ever seen.  I am taking a mental health day on Wednesday so as to be able to watch in relaxation the ride to L’Alpe d’Huez.  The day includes both the fearsome Col du Galbier and the mountain top finish at L’Alpe d’Huez.   It will be an historic and fascinating day.

We are also in the middle of the Summer Sumo basho in Nagoya.   Here, that is shown from midnight to 2am.  With the Tour going on, I just can’t manage to stay up that late.  But we tape it and I watch it the next day.

Ama

Ama

This basho, the first after Kotooshu won in May, has produced some interesting stuff, too.   The great yokozuna Asashoryu lost an early bout and was then the victim of dubious referring in another bout.  He quit the tournament with a damaged elbow.  He seems to have lost his edge, his determination, and he looks to be on the downward slope of his career.   The other yokozuna, Hakuho, is cruising to another championship with an 8-0 frecord so far.   Our favourite, Ama, is second at 7-1.

Again, these last few days have given us a great Open golf championship.  The nostalgia of Greg Norman (and his melodramatic semi-collapse on the final day), the excitement of the 20-year old amateur coming in 5th, and the nice guy Irishman winning for the second year in a row.  Good stuff.  But it began in the middle of the night, too.  Thank God it is over.

Now, I just have to survive another week of sumo and cycling — and another couple of days of England;s cricketers getting thrashed by South Africa — and I’ll be fine.   Until the Olympics of course.


This Sporting Life #1

March 16, 2008

OK, it is time to bring up sports. I am, I guess, a couch jock: Too old and too battered to join in, I love to watch sports on TV. I follow Chelsea in football, the Canucks in hockey, Jeff Gordon in NASCAR, and — for my sins — I was a most loyal fan of the ever-losing Seattle Seahawks for a couple of decades. I don’t watch much car racing these days (something to do with my wife, the good ol’boy accents of the commentators, and grated teeth), but I still watch English Premier League on a Saturday morning, and hockey whenever the Canucks are playing, but my real sporting joys are elsewhere.

Ryan SidebottomThis post is written in celebration of the fact that about ten minutes ago England won a cricket Test Match against New Zealand. Cricket is without doubt the greatest game ever invented and I can watch it endlessly. Especially the Test version of the game, which can take up to five days to play, and in which time plays a strategic role as well as tactical. It is almost luxurious to watch the steady progression of a Test Match compared to the abbreviated One Day versions of the game, and even more so to the chaos that is the 20/20 version (three hours at most from start to finish) that administrators and marketers think is the future.

And then there is sumo. A sublime sport, I have written before how lucky we are to live in the age of Asashoryu the Great. I have also described how Asashoryu and sumo became part of the year of asterisks in world sport. We are currently eight days into the 15-day Spring Tournament (basho) in Osaka, and Asashoryu has regained his position at the head of the pack. My wife’s favourite — the other grand champion (yokozuna) Hakuho, a Mongolian like Asa — is in second place along with several others. Thank goodness we can get JapanTV on premium cable!

This fellow was an enthusiastic amateur at a North American tournament we attended some years ago.

And don’t get me started on road cycling! I’ll leave that one until closer to the major tours this summer.


The String That Binds Us

February 10, 2023

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4,000 year old rope at Mersa/Wadi Gawasis Egypt
Well-preserved rope was discovered at an archaeological site in Egypt dating to almost 4,000 years ago. Photo courtesy of the Joint Expedition to Mersa/Wadi Gawasis of the Università “L’Orientale,” Naples and Boston University

I recently came across an interesting article that suggested string was more important even than the wheel in the chronology of human innovation.

Ferris Jabir in The Long, Knotty, World-Spanning, Story of String reports on the discovery in Egypt of carefully coiled papyrus ropes untouched for 4,000 years, and notes complex textile remains from as far back as 30,000 years ago. Pulling threads together produces string, needed to hang the beads we know of from 300,000 years ago.

“A string can cut, choke, and trip; it can also link, bandage, and reel. String makes it possible to sew, to shoot an arrow, to strum a chord. It’s difficult to think of an aspect of human culture that is not laced through with some form of string or rope; it has helped us develop shelter, clothing, agriculture, weaponry, art, mathematics, and oral hygiene. Without string, our ancestors could not have domesticated horses and cattle or efficiently plowed the earth to grow crops. If not for rope, the great stone monuments of the world—Stonehenge, the Pyramids at Giza, the moai of Easter Island—would still be recumbent.”

Jabir goes on to emphasize the impossibility of maritime navigation (and thus human expansion) without string and rope.

“It is no exaggeration to say that from the invention of sailing through the late 18th century, the economic prosperity, scientific progress, and military success of most nations around the globe fundamentally depended on string and rope. For much of this time, there were no major revolutions in sailing technology. Instead, there were elaborations and restructurings of an ancient template: a roughly crescent wooden vessel equipped with at least one mast and sail, and webbed with plenty of rigging. 

He notes how many of our standard items and resources today as based ultimately on string:

“We still wear shoes laced with string. Our clothes, sheets, curtains, carpets, and tablecloths are all woven from thread. Our phones, computers, toasters, blenders, and TVs still largely depend on bundles of wire transporting electrons. Above our heads, power lines, phone lines, and fiber-optic cables sling from one utility pole to another. More than a million kilometers of undersea cables tie the continents together—the submerged ligaments of global telecommunications.”

The essay concludes by considering the social and symbolic aspects of string and rope:

“For the Indigenous peoples of the Andes, string was its own mathematical language … String and rope are stitched into the English language, into longstanding idioms—learn the ropes, spin a yarn, hang by a thread—and even in the way we talk about relatively modern inventions: to describe the internet, we speak of websites, links, and threads … According to a popular Sudanese myth, a rope once united heaven and Earth, until a mischievous hyena severed it, ushering death into the world. In Greek mythology, the three Moirai, or Fates, spin, measure, and cut threads representing every mortal’s life.”

Well worth the read.


Poem: I Used To Be Homesick

September 12, 2022

 

I used to be homesick

 

for the smell of the old Sainsbury’s butchers shops, the sawdust, the red raw hands of the fat-armed butcher’s boys;

 

for the extinct pink Financial Times and the Sporting Life, for their columns and columns of incomprehensible numbers and symbols of form and potential, neither suitable for fish and chip wrapping;

 

for the smell of the Tube tunnels as a rushing train pushes warm stale air across faces and platforms;

 

for the hop skip and jump it used to take to keep drinking all day in the days of the mysterious licensing hours;

 

for the certainty of location in a spoken voice, always the region and often the very suburb or streetscape;

 

for the red squirrels in the parks and the water rats in the ditches and the horses that pulled the rag and bone mens’ carts on a Saturday morning;

 

for the hordes of rednosed rawboned hoop-shirted hooligans whooping it up on a Saturday afternoon, street level nationalists;

 

for the exciting stink of the Standard Wallpaper Company fire way back before the clean air acts when the thick smoke billowed invisibly within the choking smog;

 

for Toots & The Maytals and Cliff Richard & the Shadows, and the Yardbirds and the Uxbridge Fair, for Eel Pie Island, the Marquee Club, and the Orchid Ballroom, Purley;

 

for the taste of raw beer hoppy and alive in an alehouse more ancient than America where ₤100 is a busy night and the beer and the bread and the cheese are homemade;

 

for the rank taste in the mouth when the gasholders were full and leeching and the air smelled green;

 

for Prince Charles and Coronation Street, and Mastermind and Marjorie Proops and the Sunday Mirror and the Evening Standard and the Guardian crossword, and the suckers getting taken at Piccadilly Circus;

 

for eel-pie and mash, for meat-and-potato pies, for streaky bacon and fat-filled bangers, for two pieces of rock and six pennyworth o’chips, for Bisto and Bovril and Daddie’s Sauce, for Marks & Sparks Christmas puds, for hot runny custard, mushy peas, black pudding and kippers;

 

for the china chink of cup on saucer across the village green as your team takes to the field in whites and off-whites and green-stained creams, running and stretching and yawning off the dozen pints of the night before;

 

for the narrow roads and tiny cars and miniature houses and rose gardens and muddy resorts and back lanes where it is safe to walk.

 

I used to be homesick before you.

 

 


The String That Binds Us

January 14, 2022

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4,000 year old rope at Mersa/Wadi Gawasis Egypt
Well-preserved rope was discovered at an archaeological site in Egypt dating to almost 4,000 years ago. Photo courtesy of the Joint Expedition to Mersa/Wadi Gawasis of the Università “L’Orientale,” Naples and Boston University

I recently came across an interesting article that suggested string was more important even than the wheel in the chronology of human innovation.

Ferris Jabir in The Long, Knotty, World-Spanning, Story of String reports on the discovery in Egypt of carefully coiled papyrus ropes untouched for 4,000 years, and notes complex textile remains from as far back as 30,000 years ago. Pulling threads together produces string, needed to hang the beads we know of from 300,000 years ago.

“A string can cut, choke, and trip; it can also link, bandage, and reel. String makes it possible to sew, to shoot an arrow, to strum a chord. It’s difficult to think of an aspect of human culture that is not laced through with some form of string or rope; it has helped us develop shelter, clothing, agriculture, weaponry, art, mathematics, and oral hygiene. Without string, our ancestors could not have domesticated horses and cattle or efficiently plowed the earth to grow crops. If not for rope, the great stone monuments of the world—Stonehenge, the Pyramids at Giza, the moai of Easter Island—would still be recumbent.”

Jabir goes on to emphasize the impossibility of maritime navigation (and thus human expansion) without string and rope.

“It is no exaggeration to say that from the invention of sailing through the late 18th century, the economic prosperity, scientific progress, and military success of most nations around the globe fundamentally depended on string and rope. For much of this time, there were no major revolutions in sailing technology. Instead, there were elaborations and restructurings of an ancient template: a roughly crescent wooden vessel equipped with at least one mast and sail, and webbed with plenty of rigging. 

He notes how many of our standard items and resources today as based ultimately on string:

“We still wear shoes laced with string. Our clothes, sheets, curtains, carpets, and tablecloths are all woven from thread. Our phones, computers, toasters, blenders, and TVs still largely depend on bundles of wire transporting electrons. Above our heads, power lines, phone lines, and fiber-optic cables sling from one utility pole to another. More than a million kilometers of undersea cables tie the continents together—the submerged ligaments of global telecommunications.”

The essay concludes by considering the social and symbolic aspects of string and rope:

“For the Indigenous peoples of the Andes, string was its own mathematical language … String and rope are stitched into the English language, into longstanding idioms—learn the ropes, spin a yarn, hang by a thread—and even in the way we talk about relatively modern inventions: to describe the internet, we speak of websites, links, and threads … According to a popular Sudanese myth, a rope once united heaven and Earth, until a mischievous hyena severed it, ushering death into the world. In Greek mythology, the three Moirai, or Fates, spin, measure, and cut threads representing every mortal’s life.”

Well worth the read.


Poem: I Used To Be Homesick

August 23, 2021

 

I used to be homesick

 

for the smell of the old Sainsbury’s butchers shops, the sawdust, the red raw hands of the fat-armed butcher’s boys;

 

for the extinct pink Financial Times and the Sporting Life, for their columns and columns of incomprehensible numbers and symbols of form and potential, neither suitable for fish and chip wrapping;

 

for the smell of the Tube tunnels as a rushing train pushes warm stale air across faces and platforms;

 

for the hop skip and jump it used to take to keep drinking all day in the days of the mysterious licensing hours;

 

for the certainty of location in a spoken voice, always the region and often the very suburb or streetscape;

 

for the red squirrels in the parks and the water rats in the ditches and the horses that pulled the rag and bone mens’ carts on a Saturday morning;

 

for the hordes of rednosed rawboned hoop-shirted hooligans whooping it up on a Saturday afternoon, street level nationalists;

 

for the exciting stink of the Standard Wallpaper Company fire way back before the clean air acts when the thick smoke billowed invisibly within the choking smog;

 

for Toots & The Maytals and Cliff Richard & the Shadows, and the Yardbirds and the Uxbridge Fair, for Eel Pie Island, the Marquee Club, and the Orchid Ballroom, Purley;

 

for the taste of raw beer hoppy and alive in an alehouse more ancient than America where ₤100 is a busy night and the beer and the bread and the cheese are homemade;

 

for the rank taste in the mouth when the gasholders were full and leeching and the air smelled green;

 

for Prince Charles and Coronation Street, and Mastermind and Marjorie Proops and the Sunday Mirror and the Evening Standard and the Guardian crossword, and the suckers getting taken at Piccadilly Circus;

 

for eel-pie and mash, for meat-and-potato pies, for streaky bacon and fat-filled bangers, for two pieces of rock and six pennyworth o’chips, for Bisto and Bovril and Daddie’s Sauce, for Marks & Sparks Christmas puds, for hot runny custard, mushy peas, black pudding and kippers;

 

for the china chink of cup on saucer across the village green as your team takes to the field in whites and off-whites and green-stained creams, running and stretching and yawning off the dozen pints of the night before;

 

for the narrow roads and tiny cars and miniature houses and rose gardens and muddy resorts and back lanes where it is safe to walk.

 

I used to be homesick before you.

 

 


Poem: I Used To Be Homesick

July 27, 2020

 

I used to be homesick

 

for the smell of the old Sainsbury’s butchers shops, the sawdust, the red raw hands of the fat-armed butcher’s boys;

 

for the extinct pink Financial Times and the Sporting Life, for their columns and columns of incomprehensible numbers and symbols of form and potential, neither suitable for fish and chip wrapping;

 

for the smell of the Tube tunnels as a rushing train pushes warm stale air across faces and platforms;

 

for the hop skip and jump it used to take to keep drinking all day in the days of the mysterious licensing hours;

 

for the certainty of location in a spoken voice, always the region and often the very suburb or streetscape;

 

for the red squirrels in the parks and the water rats in the ditches and the horses that pulled the rag and bone mens’ carts on a Saturday morning;

 

for the hordes of rednosed rawboned hoop-shirted hooligans whooping it up on a Saturday afternoon, street level nationalists;

 

for the exciting stink of the Standard Wallpaper Company fire way back before the clean air acts when the thick smoke billowed invisibly within the choking smog;

 

for Toots & The Maytals and Cliff Richard & the Shadows, and the Yardbirds and the Uxbridge Fair, for Eel Pie Island, the Marquee Club, and the Orchid Ballroom, Purley;

 

for the taste of raw beer hoppy and alive in an alehouse more ancient than America where ₤100 is a busy night and the beer and the bread and the cheese are homemade;

 

for the rank taste in the mouth when the gasholders were full and leeching and the air smelled green;

 

for Prince Charles and Coronation Street, and Mastermind and Marjorie Proops and the Sunday Mirror and the Evening Standard and the Guardian crossword, and the suckers getting taken at Piccadilly Circus;

 

for eel-pie and mash, for meat-and-potato pies, for streaky bacon and fat-filled bangers, for two pieces of rock and six pennyworth o’chips, for Bisto and Bovril and Daddie’s Sauce, for Marks & Sparks Christmas puds, for hot runny custard, mushy peas, black pudding and kippers;

 

for the china chink of cup on saucer across the village green as your team takes to the field in whites and off-whites and green-stained creams, running and stretching and yawning off the dozen pints of the night before;

 

for the narrow roads and tiny cars and miniature houses and rose gardens and muddy resorts and back lanes where it is safe to walk.

 

I used to be homesick before you.

 

 


Changes On The Drive #100

December 1, 2019

It was a very brisk day for walking yesterday.  I’m glad it was overcast because that probably kept it a few degrees above freezing.

The situation at 2277 Commercial, the former Sweet Greek, is still something of a mystery. Yet another month closed, but all the equipment, tables, etc, still in place.  Odd.

Kishimoto Restaurtant, 2054 Commercial, gets an interesting review. Must try this place soon.

At 1859 Commercial, the former Tikka House has new owners and is now called Zazie.  According to a very pleasant English lady I spoke with, they have been open three weeks and the new owners are all from Bombay.  I hope they do well.

 

A couple of months ago, I noted that a tattoo parlour had opened up at 1840 Commercial, but last month I was sure it was vacant again.  However, Next Tattoo now has a sign and seems to be doing well.

 

La Grotta del Formaggio at 1791 Commercial gets a really nice shout out from a local chef.

After a break of more than a year, the KushKlub cannabis store is back open at 1735 Commercial.

 

Mezcaleria at 1622 Commercial gets rave reviews for the Queso Fundido in the Hive’s list of Best Fondue in Vancouver.

What used to be Hirado Sushi at 1431 Commercial has now become Hina Ramen.

Harbour Oyster Bar at 1408 Commercial is now offering an all day brunch menu.

The Stormcrow Tavern at 1305 is now sporting an octopus on the roof (You can’t make this stuff up!)

 

At 1260 Commercial, the store is still closed but there is now a sign announcing that Oca “pastifico” will be opening shortly.

1206 Commercial, which has been a “plant based boutique” for a while, has become the Make Merry Party House.  Not sure what that is exactly; maybe just a Christmas thing?

 

Vacancies On The Drive This Month:  2277 Commercial (5 months vacant), 2223 (9 months), 1740 (4 months), 1544 (6 months), 1303 (2 months), 1260 (5 months), 1128 (4 months), 1012 (2 months).

 

This is the 100th monthly edition of Changes on The Drive, a series that has gone on for more than eight years.  I hope it is still useful.