Think drones and radio controlled aircraft are a new innovation? Check out this article from a 1930s edition of The Kings Air Force .
Nothing new under the sun then really!
Think drones and radio controlled aircraft are a new innovation? Check out this article from a 1930s edition of The Kings Air Force .
Nothing new under the sun then really!
I wasn’t going to say the clichéd Happy New Year, its a bit late for that. Hence the alternative title for this piece, which is as usual ramblings about me, life and the universe. I can’t believe that a year ago I was swimming in the Great Barrier Reef off the eastern Australian coast, so where has that year gone. I also pass another milestone in 8 weeks when I officially become a pensioner. Excuse me! How do that creep up?
No, I’m still 41 in my mind (the amount of hair I have and the creaky joints belie that!), but to actually get to 65? No way José. On January 9th I celebrated the day I joined the RAF in 1968, that’s 48 years ago for Gods sake! And I left that in 1997, almost 20 years ago, again whaaaat! The point is that time creeps up on one and flashes by without you realising it. If I last that long I’ll be 80 in 15 years, yet the last 15 years which I started as a mere boy of 50 seems like a split second. Lots has happened in that time, like it does to everyone so maybe that us the problem. I was thinking to myself that the longest period of my life was when I was stationed in Germany for 3 1/2 years, it seemed to go on forever. Yet 3 1/2 years ago I was an Olympic Games Maker (see previous entries), and that time has indeed gone very quickly, so quickly it’s frightening. Do other people feel the quickness of life passing by? Judging by conversations with people of all ages, yes it does. Are the days and minutes getting shorter? Is the earth slowing down or speeding up? (Can’t decide which would shorten time). It must be something like that, or time would remain constant as you get older; but it clearly doesn’t.
The outpouring of grief for a aging rock star, the overblown media coverage, extensive appraisals of their work. In one case, definitely a one hit wonder who was more known for his performing style than his extensive catalogue, on the other hand an iconic and long established composer and stylistic performer who produced many hit records. Although both were roughly the same age, David Bowie had considerably more success than Lemmy from Motorhead. But the amount of social media where people seem to think Bowie is part of their family is absolutley incredible; unlike with Lemmy who had a harder edge altogether. Granted Bowie was a musical genius, a producer and he wrote some iconic songs. He was also a skilful actor, and an iconic and quirky performance artist. At 69 he would not have been well known to many of the younger element of the music listening public, and some of his later stuff, like his final album Blackstar released on his birthday last week was not a patch on his earlier stuff and smacked of just wanting to get something out to celebrate his passing, which he presumably knew was coming soon. But I admired Bowie’s work and have a couple of his albums, so why aren’t I wailing and knashing my teeth at his passing? Because death happens to us all, no-one is immune and its an inevitable part if life, its sad he’s gone but all the tears and outpouring of grief is going to bring him back. I’m sorry for his family, and hope they alone can cope with his death, the rest of don’t need to. As to Lemmy, well he had a loyal and supportive following, but is only remembered for the iconic ‘Ace of Spades’, which is to be fair one of the great anthems of our time, and Lemmy was a great exponent of it with his tilted head back singing style singing up into an angled down microphone. He said it was so he could look up and not at the audience, at least that sounded genuine. My surprise is that he lasted to 70, despite until a few years ago drinking industrial quantities of Jack Daniels, and chain smoking many daily cigarettes. So a typical rock and roll lifestyle, it didn’t seem to curtail his life that much, so yah boo sucks to all the who think a microbiotic, gluten free, taste free diet will prolong their life more than if they follow these diets. Good ole Lemmy, he lived his life like he didn’t care what anyone else thought, and when told of his diagnosis, he reportedly said fuck it I’ve had enough or words to that effect. Coincidentally David and Lemmy both lived in New York. Something in the air? Thunderclap Newton don’t live there I don’t think.
Great for Tim Peake doing a space walk. That is some feat, only achieved by 215 people since the start of space exploration. Even more fascinating was watching it on BBC; worth the licence fee alone. He was the ultimate in cool though when his helmet stating filling with water. He got in before it got really bad. The other amazing thing was the size of the ISS or International Space Station. When you saw Tim against the side of the ISS, he appeared quite small. It’s an incredible achievement. I only wonder how they took enough material to produce oxygen for 6 months and how they deal with effluent. I’ll keep watching this space mission.
They’ve produced a video of our experience at the Secret Cinema in the summer:
Enjoy!
Well that’s just about it. Having given up most Rugby Union and Cricket, and now F1 the BBC have just reneged on every sports fan; but keep damn football on idiotic Match of the Day several times a week. The worst sport gets the most coverage from the Beeb. Savings have to be made apparently, £35m out of total savings of £150m. Hardly seems a fair division of losses. I bet they don’t cut EastEnders or Strictly Come Dancing or such rubbish. No it’s got to be the slightly minority (in their eyes) sports that get chopped.
It stinks that our national world renowned broadcaster treats their budget in such a cavalier fashion, it stinks. The director of BBC sports says that many sports are being retained:
‘with long term deals already in place for the likes of the Football World Cup, Wimbledon, the FA Cup, the Olympics, Match of the Day, UK Athletics and the World Athletics Championships, the European Football Championships, Rugby League, Snooker, the London Marathon, the Boat Race.’
Notice anything? Four of them are for football. It’s a wonder Wimbledon and the 6 nations aren’t next. Makes you want to pay a subscription to Sky. No nothing can that bad.
So a bit belatedly I’m reporting on the end of the extravaganza that was called the Rugby World Cup 2015. That New Zealand won was almost a foregone conclusion, and except for their first game against Argentina at Wembley which was my first game as a member of the Pack, the volunteers who performed the same role as the Gamesmakers at the Olympics, they were pretty much invincible.
I attended the two matches at Wembley, the aforementioned NZ game and the Ireland-Romania game a week later. I thought this was a bit of a waste of all the training and free uniform, so when they asked for volunteers to attend more matches at Twickenham, I offered my services and agreed to go to matches: the 2nd semi-final Australia and Argentina having a fine match with the Aussies coming out the winners. But before that my name was entered into a draw for tickets to watch the first semi final between South Africa and New Zealand, and I won a £150 ticket! Admittedly up in the gods but at least I was there in the flesh. Then the following Saturday I was at Twickenham for the final as a member if the Pack. It was a long, tiring day but worth the effort. I was again inside and just outside the stadium helping spectators in all sorts of ways, using booklets and brochures given to us. Luckily after the kick off we were able to watch most of the match either through one of the stadium entrance tunnels or in the ‘Third Half’ a Heinekin bar with multiple TV screens but no seats so we had to sit on the floor to have a break.
All in all it was a fantastic experience and one I wouldn’t mind repeating. Unfortunately the next RWC in 2019 is in Japan. A long way to commute! I’m sure there will be other volunteer programs to enter so I’ll look out for them.
S0, having thought I was finished with the RWC 2015 (Rugby World Cup) after my last shift at Wembley, England Rugby, the organisers, ask for volunteers for the remaining matches at Twickenham. This includes the quarter finals on Saturday 17th/18th October, the semi-finals the weekend after that and the final the weekend after that on 31st October. With previous commitments I offer myself for the Sunday semi-final on 25th October and the final on the 31st. England Rugby accept that so I am sent my new schedule which means start times (at Twickenham) of 10.30am through to 7.30pm on both days. Long days and I’m not even guaranteed to see ANY of the games, mind you with England out I’m only slightly interested in the other home nations winning, unless its Wales or Scotland. I’m still part of SPS which is spectator services, greeting fans, directing them to the right gates or shouting through a megaphone. The crowds in general are fantastic, and gave us full support, really embracing us as volunteers. The Kiwis were nice, the Irish were boisterous and the other teams I engaged with were Argentina and Romania both the fans of which wre great.
Watch this space for reports on my Twickers experience!
I finished my second and final shift on Sunday at Wembley as a volunteer for the Rugby World Cup 2015.
It all seems a bit anti- climatic after all the training, issue of uniforms and 12 hour days for just two matches at Wembley; I’m guessing that after a total attendance of 178,000, the England Rugby team are regretting not staging more matches there.
A few photos from my perspective:
View from the ‘Fanzone’ towards the stadium.
Part of the volunteer team having a break
View of the Fanzone
Maori dancers in the Fanzone arena
Bad selfie!
The whole effort had been well worth it, despite only covering two matches. There is though a palpable difference between RWC and the Olympics at which I was also a volunteer. Much was the same; uniform style, accessories, little presents at each shift, the attitude imparted and much more, but there are far fewer of us for RWC and using public transport there weren’t any near as many around as there were in 2012. We had the same values though and all the Vols I met were committed and enthusiastic, but not held in as high esteem I feel, as when I was travelling during the Olympics. Only one spectator personally thanked me and shook my hand for volunteering. That felt good.
Our role was also slightly different in that we were there to enthuse and cajole the crowd, without, as in the Olympics being part of operational aspects such as checking tickets and showing people to their seats. We also were given various souvenirs of our time with RWC, the latest of which was this midi ball:
The fact that England lost against Wales didn’t stop my enthusiasm for the tournament, I just hope they beat Australia and they in turn then beat Wales. Being a volunteer didn’t mean I saw any of the matches I was involved in, that wasn’t the point of being one. Although I was luckily enough to see the last ten minutes of the Ireland/Romania match inside the stadium; that was great and enough for me. I shall again watch England versus Australia at my rugby club Farnham or FRUFC. The atmosphere in the club on Saturday night was electric and exciting until Wales won, so I’m hoping that will be repeated thus Saturday, with of course an England win. If they do it should be a very interesting rest of the world cup.
I seem to be a sucker for punishment. Having volunteered for the London Olympics in 2012 as a Games Maker; when the Rugby Union were advertising for volunteers for the Rugby World Cup (RWC) 2015 last year, I immediately jumped at the chance.
I have history. I first played rugby at school at the start of a chequered career. I first played Rugby Union at my first Secondary school: Baughurst Secondary Modern, near Tadley in Hampshire. My parents then moved to Yorkshire and I started at Ashfield Secondary Modern in York. The first time I played rugby there it was of course the other discipline: Rugby League, so I had to relearn the game with fewer players, less scrums and only 1 point for a conversion. I managed quite well and got up to ‘boys’ standard and played for York boys and Hull boys. We got hammered and it was my one and only representative match. They were so big and brutal, and by comparison we were so weedy and weak. Still it was an experience. Later I joined the Royal Air Force (my blog passim), and yet again I opted on the first sports afternoon for rugby. The PT (Physical Training) Instructor lined us all up and asked what position we played, I said second row and he divided the teams up according to the positions they said they played with about 20 reserves sitting on the touch-line. The game got under way, and I was tackled. I attempted to get up to play the backwards, a la League, to a hopefully waiting team-mate behind me. To explain, in League if a player is tackled and doesn’t get up he plays the ball back between his legs to a waiting player behind him, unhindered by the opposition. This is called the ‘six tackle’ system. After the sixth such tackle, there is either a scrum down or free kick, although the rules may have changed in the last 48 years so I may have got that wrong. Anyway I was dutifully trying to get up and play the ball between my legs and about 4 big guys from the opposition jumped on me and started a wrestling match to get the ball. This is called a maul and generally the man holding the ball wins it and passes the ball back to a waiting scrum half or whoever. Now these guys started trying to wrestle the ball away from me and I shouted REFEREE! The whistle went and we all stood up. The ref asked me what the matter was and I said I was trying to play the ball back and these hooligans jumped me; they shouldn’t do that. He pulled me to one side and asked me where I played my previous rugby, and I answered Yorkshire. Then he asked the fateful question: How many players were in the teams you played in? Well 13 of course I replied, patiently he asked me to count the players on the field in the same colour shirts. There was 15 a side of course. He said have you played rugby union or rugby league before and I replied I don’t know it’s all rugby to me. He asked to take a break and watch the game and I realised there were differences between the games, besides the number of players. So I played Union from then and had a reasonably successful playing career in the RAF, ending in Germany playing for the station team where I was posted to. I remained a second row, and although I was tall (6′ 2″), I wasn’t very heavy so had to use a lot of muscle power. I think this is what caused me a problem with my back and on one memorable occasion I was stretchered off a match against an army team. I had physio and the doctors said to me I must give up playing rugby because I have a displaced 2 and 3 vertebrae and it could cause permanent damage if a I carried on. I still get twinges in my back so I’m glad I took the decision to quit rugby and never played again from the age of 29. My biggest regret is not being to play at higher levels, but the decision I took was the right one; I wouldn’t like being in wheelchair.
So to the Rugby World Cup which I shall refer to as RWC in this blog so it saves me typing it out all the time. This is what I’ll look like:
There’s a few other bits of kit like a rucksack, water bottle, fleece and a rugby shirt, but I get to keep all the uniform. I am attending two matches so far; 20th September, New Zealand v Argentina and 27th September Ireland v Romania both at Wembley. I’m in the Spectator Services Team which could mean doing anything from directing people from the tube station, manning car parking to showing people to their seats and anything in between. I’ve done two full days of training at Twickenham and at Richmond College and I’m ready as I’ll ever be. So keep an eye for me on ITV who are showing all the matches, and in due course I’ll blog all my activities on RWC 2015. Enjoy the games!
I don’t purport to know anything about the inner machinations of either LuL, the relevant unions or TfL, but to me this latest strike of the tube drivers seems to hark back to the bad old days of union power being omnipotent.
In the days of Red Robbo, who single handedly got Rover eventually closed down, the miners strike and the all powerful unions who ruled their members with an iron fist until Maggie curbed the power of the unions, it didn’t seem to matter what the bosses of companies did, the unions held sway and could ransom the country to a standstill. The offer on the table from Boris seems quite good: extra payments for working a night shift, no extra working hours overall, and a pay increase for all staff involved in night running. So what did the union do? Why call a strike of course. No matter that a days tube stoppage can cost London £billions, so long as the poor dear driver (salary circa £50k) is not inconvenienced all is well. But as soon as any change is introduced that might mean a slight (very slight) change to the cosseted drivers routine, well that’s tantamount to wholesale change and worthy of huge increases in pay. No matter that the London tube system is heavily subsidised by government, or that 3 million passengers use the system every day, so long as the pampered driver is kept happy, the rest can go to hell. Aside from the odd driver having to put up with some idiot who wants to jump in front of a tube train, what is so difficult about driving the things that warrants such a high salary? There is already the technology to do away with drivers altogether, DLR had already proved that, and the whole tube system could be easily run from a few control rooms. But do away with drivers? The unions would never stand for that although they did get rid of guards, and there doesn’t seem to be any detriment because of that. So no driver trains would be easily achievable, just as driverless cars are being developed now, driverless trains are the next step. Many city subway systems are driverless, so getting rid of them in London shouldn’t present a problem technically, but the unions wouldn’t have it. It would certainly stop these ridiculous, financially crippling and unnecessary strikes.
The same is happening with First Great Western, who are introducing new trains for their mainly west country routes in 2017, the trains being built by Hitachi in Japan; the drivers and other train staff are going to strike because the new trains will have slightly different operating procedures. They also have a spat about not providing a buffet car, introducing a trolley instead. Petty, petty, petty. With all these drivers/train staff, the training can’t be that difficult, so why not get rid of the lot and employ people, who are out of work but are willing to do anything. After all Ronald Reagan did it with air traffic controllers in the USA, it can’t be beyond the wit to train drivers etc to replace the union lot who think it’s great to go on strike for any reason. They should all be grateful they have a job.
So yet another Blair induced change which has gone wrong.
Lord Sewel has resigned due to being caught snorting cocaine and cavorting with a prostitute. This man was a minister in Blair’s government and was given a place in the house of Lords. Blair and his cronies did this because they were envious of the hereditary peers whose families had been members of the House for centuries and he didn’t like the supposed privilege of these hereditaries.
But what has happened since he got rid of the hereditaries? They’ve been replaced in the Lords by political appointments in a cynical attempt to get his legislation through the upper chamber on the nod. So, that didn’t work and now we have had several Lords (not any Ladies or Dames as far as I know) who disgraced both themselves and the institution. Just lately we’ve had Lord Haddingfield, a Tory peer who fiddled expenses, Lord Janner allegedly a child molester, Lord Archer, disgraced author, and in 2013 Lord McKenzie and Lord Laird were suspended for various reasons. This is not to say that the hereditaries contravened the spirit of the code of conduct, but it appears the Blair experiment has failed with the number of Lords being somewhat below the standard expected of our legislature.
Not that MPs are any cleaner, there are many examples of corrupt goings-on amongst MPs of all parties. No, nobody’s perfect but for goodness sake, shouldn’t we be looking up to our elected legislators? I sometimes think that the selection process for prospective MPs is not that thorough and for elevation to the Lords for political appointments doesn’t exist, just on the whim of the leader of the party at that time. Hardly a ringing e
A faint hope but will we ever have a corruption free, non misbehaving upper and lower house? Not while there is a general and creeping change in the way people behave, the minority that is. The majority of the population are law abiding, conscientious people who don’t break the law or frighten the children. Parliament and the people who elected to occupy it or those that are appointed, like Lords should act and live such as the rest of us would look up to them. Sadly that is not the case, and there really is no one who would be a roll model to most people, except perhaps one: The Queen.