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Playing Away

Just look back, for example, at Wembley and everyone celebrated the Americans playing an American Football game at Wembley.

Arsène Wenger — Source: BBC Sport

Arsène Wenger has pledged his support to the Premier League’s proposals to play a round of Premier League matches abroad. To support his favour for such a move, he made reference to his days in Japan, where a fifth of matches are played at a neutral venue, and to the recent NFL game played at Wembley. However, contrary to his claim that everyone celebrated the Americans playing an American Football game at Wembley, I couldn’t have cared less. And further to that, my opinion significantly changed after that bobble Scott Carson will never forget.

No good will come out of competitive games abroad — unless fan alienation, player fatigue and putting vital games on show to rich corporate-types and sponsor employees in far-distant cities is good, of course.

Surely the Premier League rips us off enough without resorting to pointless expeditions abroad?

Seven Wonders Of My World

Having read Golden Wonders by the Swearing Lady via Around Ireland In 80 Links by Donncha O Caoimh, I set about thinking about my personal seven wonders of the world.

I’m sure it hasn’t passed your notice that the New7Wonders of the World have been announced. (Apparently people voted for them. They claim it’s the first example of a worldwide democracy, yet I wasn’t informed of the election, despite, apparently, six years of work and advertising…) But the ones they voted for are pretty good, but mine are better. And here thus they are. In no particular order.

  1. Perry Wood, near Faversham, Kent. This was a place of much amusement between myself, my sister and stepbrothers. Perry Wood with no mud was not worth going there. My dad and my stepmum would take us all down there and while they stayed in the car, we would play just on the mass of felled wood by the car park. Climbing trees were aplenty; as were mugs of squash and ham sandwiches with crisps. Many a t-shirt was ripped in that wood.
  2. Mintching Woods, Milstead, near Sittingbourne, Kent. I used to go there a lot too as a child. A wood that backed onto the M2 perhaps isn’t the obvious choice for Beavers, Cubs and Scouts to have meetings, but that we did. There was a terrific clearing with plenty of room for a huge fire, and that was where I learnt how to make my own. We used to collect dry wood for the fire and cook this strange kind of pastry on the end of bark-stripped sticks over the fire. Brilliant. On our last Scout trip there, we found the whole place had been felled.
  3. Hexham, Northumberland. A historic market town on Hadrian’s Wall, Hexham is a place of history. There is an abbey, a long-running market, a large park, and, I believe, two Tescos. There used to be a department store called Robbs there. You would have to park the car in the car park by the river, then transcend the steep slope to its entrance. It was a traditional British department store that sold everything and was the first port of call for anything – particularly if you were keen to show off. My grandparents used to reserve a table in their café for us all to go and have something to eat and drink straight away. Robbs built a larger store by the river… before folding and sold out to Tesco.
  4. Stocksfield, Northumberland. This is the village off the A69 where my grandparents lived. It was on the railway line and frequently saw the freight trains go by, shaking the sideboard as it passed. They had an apple tree in the garden, that we seemingly never ate from despite its wealth of fruit (I’m guessing perhaps they were cooking apples…). And my grandma’s roast dinners were the best!
  5. Borden Grammar School, Sittingbourne, Kent. Despite all the connotations of going through an all-boys grammar school, I probably learned more about life there than anywhere else… which is a good thing I guess. And for all the moaning that others made during their time there, I miss it (rather sad I know…). I miss the sense of community, for all we denied there was no such thing. Everyone knew everyone at least in their year and everyone had a friend in someone.
  6. Kitanomaru Park, Tokyo, Japan. I only spent a few hours there, but it was surprisingly peaceful. It was nicely done in terms of planting and keeping it well. It had a small stream passing through, and despite it being surrounded by Tokyo’s largest concert hall and a major road, it was a tranquil place. And there were some very odd people there. And it was where Waz and I first discovered their mental vending machines, which could be found anywhere and everywhere.
  7. The MetroCentre, Gateshead. It is really the father of indoor shopping malls in Britain, pre-dating Bluewater and with more. It once boasted Europe’s largest indoor theme park (though it is still pretty large). As well as all the High Street shops you could want, there are the smaller independents and a chapel of all things. You can get your hair done, have a meal, watch a film, do some shopping, go on the roller coaster, pray, shop some more and if you’re not tired after all that, Wetherspoon’s is open quite late… if not, there are a few hotels nearby.

So there they are. Anyone been to any of these places? :)

Bayes Of Dismay

ARGH! I’m still trying to make headway with my Bayesian Statistics project. I’m slowly getting there. The problem is that I get one task finished then discover a mistake from a couple of tasks before. The result is that I have to do every task after that again. If you have taken a look at the project, then I am on "Task 2". I haven’t got very far. And it’s in for Thursday. It’s a little bit of a worry, but I’ll get there in the end. That is even if I end up doing a 24 hour stretch on Wednesday getting it finished. I have other assignments too.

I have rather wasted this weekend. I received my photos of Japan on Friday and I have uploaded them to Flickr. I also created a video on YouTube (though I am informed the photos and music aren’t quite synchronised – use your imagination!). I wish Bank Holiday weekend was this weekend!

Going Through The Motions

I bought an Apple iPod while I was in Japan. My previous mp3 player was the one installed on my mobile phone, a Motorola V635. While it served its purpose, it had its shortcomings. There were large gaps between songs; the differences between volume levels were large and none were “quiet”; it couldn’t even put album songs in order as they appear on the CD.

The iPod does right what the V635 did wrong, except for one thing. Whenever I am walking whilst listening to music, I can’t help but step to the beat. Am I the only one with this problem?

Japan Day Seven: The Shogun and the Geiko (19.11.15)

The geisha at the hotel the day before gave us a guide of what to see in the city. We first went to Nijo Castle, which was pretty much on the doorstep of our hotel. The castle housed the Shogun (supreme general of the samurai) and featured local courts. As such, the castle is surrounded by nightingale floorboards: these are loosely fitting boards that squeak when weight is applied to them. This meant that assassins would have a harder job…

After Nijo castle, we wandered off to the north west, seeking temples and shrines. Our first stop was Kinkaku-ji (Temple of the Golden Pavillion). It was rebuilt in 1950 after an obsessed monk burnt it down. Secondly we saw Ryoan-ji, with its ‘amazing’ Zen garden. It has fifteen stones and white pebbles. Finally we visited the Ninnaji complex, with several temples and shrines and a cherry blossom orchard. Many a photo was taken.

We managed to find our way back to the hotel (eventually). Weiran tried to get us lost, and nearly succeeded!

Japan Day One: Kicked Out (09/04/2007)

I was rather anxious about going down to London Kings Cross Station. Family had told me that I would not be able to stay at Heathrow Airport overnight, which was my plan. The alternative was to stay at Kings Cross until morning, then head to Heathrow at about 5 am. On arrival, at about ten to midnight, I wandered round a little, searching for some place to sit in the station until dawn. There were plenty of seats: people didn’t seem to want to hang round. It was quite cold so I got a tea and a cinnamon danish (you can’t beat cinnamon danish!) and settled on a cold metal seat.

Soon after, a drunk appeared. It wasn’t immediately apparent that he was drunk, in fact I only noticed him after he projectile vomited what could only be described as “purple”. Clearly dazed and also ridiculously apologetic, he hovered around this purple until an attendant came and tried to clean it up himself, including some rather comical falls over his own mess.

Having established my place in the station for the night, it was just a waiting game until morning. I started playing games such as “looking for every letter of the alphabet in signs at the station” – ‘J’ was quite hard to find. It wasn’t until five minutes before the last train departed (about 1.35 am) that I was informed that the station shuts after the last train, and that I had to leave.

So I wandered round and stopped at the second hotel I came to, Hotel California. I smiled and withdrew the urge to hum The Eagles as I entered. Getting a room proved to be quite a problem for the man on the desk, but he managed to fit me in at the reduced rate of £40 for the night (read three hours). After struggling up ten flights of stairs with my rather large suitcase, there I settled until morning came.

Away Day

Well my dear readers, I shall be away to Japan tomorrow! Well… that is if you count getting the train from Newcastle to London ‘on the way to Japan’!

Part of this epic journey will be to navigate myself across London to get to Heathrow on the last tube. I realise there is an element of risk involved here: my train arrives nine minutes before the last tube leaves. I am rather depending on the fact that GNER isn’t a complete arse tomorrow night (it isn’t usually, but if some twat attempts suicide, I shall be rather upset and – even worse – stranded in London). I am also depending on the fact that I can get through the turnstiles in London without too much bother. I shall be lugging around my suitcase, so this isn’t too promising. If anyone spots me, I would appreciate a cup of tea by this point!

But I’m looking forward to going. It’s been a short-lived dream for me. Short-lived because it’s coming true not long after dreaming it! Jonathan Ross’ Japanorama went some way towards creating that dream (and indeed realising that dream, since Weiran is also a fan), and a new series has just started. So if you want to see how mad, passionate and to some degree perverted Japan has become, be sure to watch the programme!

Thank God

I can’t tell you how good I felt on Friday. It was the first day in a long time where I felt alert and fully awake for my day’s worth of lectures. And I can’t think of any other cause than the excitement of going down to Kent.

In the next month (and a bit) I will have gone to Kent to see Pete and gone to Japan with Weiran. I keep reminding myself of those facts, yet still keeping my mind on my work. This is rather peculiar for me: usually any excuse for my mind to go off-topic it does so and often cannot be retrieved.

However, I made a bit of a mistake on Friday. I asked Rosie and Jayne to go clothes shopping with me. It could be a bit of an error of judgment on my part, not least since they promised to do their very best "Trinny and Susannah". Worse still, they insist that I try everything on, which isn’t something that takes my fancy… in fact it’s a bit of a pet hate.

Furthermore, I feel guilty enough spending money on effectively two holidays and then some clothes, while Mum stays at home or work with no holiday and not much money. I’m not sure what she’d think if I went out and spent a couple-of-hundred on clothes…

Upbeat

I thought I should write something a little more uplifting this time, and I am pleased to say I shall be visiting Kent during the Easter holidays. I’m quite excited by it – I always enjoy seeing the old boys (and girls) and it is always too long between seeing them.

Having said that, I met up with Scott. He’s back from Strasbourg (for a week) and so we went for a meal at The Keel Row. He said he missed proper pub lunches, so we decided to go there. Ok, not quite a traditional pub lunch, but it’s near enough!

Near the end of our conversation, I dropped the line "Oh, and I’m going to Japan over Easter." Scott’s reaction was much like everyone else’s – one of complete surprise, awe and enthusiasm. I feel that my reaction would be the same if someone else was going, but it seems different that it’s me that’s going! It means that I should make the most of being there, so we should try not to be drunk for the duration! We both intend on taking our cameras so if "we" miss anything, chances our we will have it on film (or SD card…)!

Depressing Day

I’d just been reading Helen’s article In The News This Morning. It said that the 22nd January is the most depressing day of the year. Are you kidding?! Today’s exam was the only one I managed to finish. And if there were any I would be betting my entire student loan on getting the best mark, it would be that one. I couldn’t stop smiling afterwards! Shame that was the last one in some ways. But anyway, it does mean that I have the rest of the week to recuperate.

I got a text from Pete today, asking me down to see their new place in Herne Bay at Easter. He seemed to know that I was going to Japan (oddly… I guess word gets round fast) and so fitting it in might be a little more tricky than usual, but something else to look forward to!

Most depressing day of the year?!