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I went onwards to London last Saturday for charity run number 3, the world's biggest marathon.

I expected registration on Saturday to be stressful, and it was. Unlike other events, where your bib number is posted to you beforehand, for this one they posted out kitbags. You then had to drop these off at the ExCeL Centre, choose your finishing t-shirt, register and collect your number. Supposedly this was for covid reasons, to reduce the crowding of thousands of people together on race day. If so, it was a miserable failure. All it did was move the crowd indoors and a day earlier. Social distancing was impossible; you just had to trust a combination of luck, vaccinations and the requirement for everyone to have a negative lateral flow test in the two days beforehand. I suspect the real reason for this bizarre set-up was to influence people to buy stuff at the ExCeL's marathon show. I didn't go to the show. I was sufficiently freaked out, by the crowds on the Tube and while waiting in various queues for an hour, that I just wanted to get out as soon as possible.

After that, it was back to my hotel in Canary Wharf, where I'd literally only had time to check in, drop my bags and go, for a more chilled evening and an early night before the big race. The 18-mile marker was just outside the entrance, giving a taste of things to come. The weather was absolutely chucking it down, thankfully not giving a taste of things to come.

I woke as dawn was breaking on a crisp, dry and chilly morning - near perfect running conditions again (I've been so lucky with the weather across all three events!). After a sensible, carb-oriented breakfast (must resist having lots of bacon and sausages...), I hopped onto the DLR to Greenwich and made my way through the park to the start line. I was in the green starting zone, which was the smallest of the three, and had less of the excitement than the red zone, where all the TV cameras were. It was cold, waiting to begin, and I was glad I'd brought a foil blanket with me. It was nice to chat with other runners during the long, last-minute queue for the loos and while waiting in our holding area. I spoke with those hoping to go sub-3h30m, those doing their first or fifth marathon, and found myself stood behind the start line next to six people about to break a world record, dressed as Colin the Caterpillar. I love the dichotomy between all the different stories and challenges people have set themselves, and the way running events are such a communal, shared experience. Mind you, everyone in our holding area exclaimed, "What!?" at the guy being interviewed on the big screen for running 48 marathons in 30 days. That's just ridiculous!


As with the Great North Run, the wave starts and absence of spectators at the start line meant it didn't feel like a huge moment. I was mostly just eager to get going (and get warmed up!). It was fairly big though, being called forward with 1,000 other participants, hearing the airhorn, then all crossing the line in our three-minute window. The mass start times were spread over two hours, rather than six, as they had been in Newcastle, making for a much busier start. For all the chaos of Saturday, the organisation on the day itself was faultless, so full credit and thanks to all the organisers and volunteers (who, of course, I thanked along the way). Marshalling the runners, helping people cross the roads around us, manning the drinks and energy stations - all of these were vital jobs. Even if the road around the Lucozade hand-outs did feel rather too much like trying to run on the floor of the Roxy disco.

The early part of the run was all about not charging off too quickly and finding a comfortable pace. Easy enough, though it was tempting to go speeding ahead during the downhill mile 3. Greenwich, for the most part, looks like a residential part of any major city - normal roads, lined with houses, shops and the occasional park. It was easy to forget this was the London Marathon. Also, the 12-year-old me enjoyed sniggering at the marshalls stood either side of every speed bump, shouting "Hump!" enthusiastically and repeatedly as a warning.

As we merged with the red zone starters at the end of mile 3, the numbers grew and it began to feel more like a major event (I couldn't resist shouting, "Come on, you reds!" when they first emerged on the other side of the carriageway, divided from us "greens" and "blues" for a short stretch by the barrier). Then, just past the 10k mark, came the first iconic London Marathon moment - the tight loop around three sides of the Cutty Sark. The crowds here were enormous and gave everyone great support. If you want to know why mass running events are addictive, think about having thousands of people lining the streets, cheering you on. It was like that all the way around (easily the equal of the Great North Run), but nowhere moreso than there at the Cutty.


Almost as if it's the world's biggest parkrun, a marathon is mostly "a run, not a race". The camaraderie and support all the runners give to each other is fantastic. It may be different for the very elite, but us mass runners are mainly focussed on our own run, rather than jostling for position. Every one of us know how much training needs to go into running this distance and have enormous respect for one another. Especially so for those taking on the extra challenge of running in fancy dress. Those runners attract more attention from the crowds, but you can't begrudge them any of it - it's hard enough running 26.2 miles in clothes designed for running in; doing it in a bulky, hot and heavy costume isn't something I'd want to do. As well as the aforementioned Colin, along the way I saw a rhino, an elephant, a stormtrooper with a feather boa, a tractor, a bride and groom pairing, a three-legged pairing, Spider-Man, Batgirl and a giant brain. You cheer them all on, just as much as the crowds do. As I and a couple of other runners passed a guy clomping along in full ski boots. As one, we did a double-take and complimented him, "Well done, mate!" As the event's tagline says, #WeRunTogether.

Beyond the Cutty, the next few miles were uneventful and I got properly set into my rhythm. This wasn't a run I needed to think particularly hard about. There weren't the constant undulations of the Great North Run, or the massive uphill slog of the Sheffield Half. This was mostly flat all the way. It was just a case of finding a comfortable pace I felt I could keep up forever (the distance is too far to be thinking "Well, I can push for this long before I start to tire) and making sure I broadly stuck to it. This was quite easy given the number of other runners to pace against, and I found myself slipping into something of a zen-like state. Beyond that, the sum total of my strategy involved regular sips of water and energy bars after 15k and 30k. A shorter run, such as a 5k or 10k is all about speed and managing your heart rate/breathing; a marathon is all about going the distance and managing your energy/hydration levels and your legs. Every mile and every kilometre of the course was marked out (most events mark out either one or the other), which provided plenty of markers to reassure us all we were making continuous progress. I kept reminding myself, £17 per km - that's how much money I was raising for charity, and it seemed like a pretty good deal. I was definitely achieving something here. Thank you once again to everyone who has sponsored me over these events.

The biggest progress marker of all was Tower Bridge. I knew it was coming up, from passing the 12-mile marker, but it was still quite something to turn the corner and see the road stretching up to it. It was the only really noticeable uphill on the entire course, but the sight of the bridge gives you such a boost, you don't care. The crowds were in full force here too, and running across such a landmark was just as iconic a sporting moment as crossing the Tyne Bridge had been in Newcastle. In London, the bridge has the added significance of meaning you're nearly at the halfway point. This was one of the most exciting bits of the course - in quick succession, you run over the bridge, past the Tower of London, join a mile-and-a-half stretch of watching elite runners passing in the other direction (the fast club athletes, by the time I got there; the Olympians were long gone!), and hit the halfway point.


After that, it was into the winding slog around Canary Wharf and the Isle of Dogs. Not that it was terrible, but this was definitely the least fun part of the course. You lose track of where you are, it goes on for seven miles before you rejoin the carriageway in the other direction, and this is the point in the run when you're starting to seriously tire. And I had to run past my hotel, knowing I still had eight miles to go until the finish line. This whole section was not helped by (a) the sun starting to beat down hard - thank heaven for the shade from tall buildings; or (b) my Garmin watch losing GPS position - curse you, shade from tall buildings! The resulting garbage pace information (16min/km one minute; 3min/km the next - Go home, Garmin; you're drunk!) made it harder to concentrate and stick to my pace. But I got through that long section, and the 32k marker was another significant psychological boost - just over 10k to go and, unlike my previous marathon two years earlier, I was still going strong at this point. Don't get me wrong. It was hard work, I was tired and ready for it to be over soon, but I was still running well. I hadn't had to stop or walk so far and it was around this point I set myself the target of keeping that going until the finish line.

At 37k, I passed that all-important "only a parkrun to go" moment and entered very familiar London territory. There wasn't just an arbitrary distance to the finish line any more; it was a route I knew well. (Well, perhaps not running through Blackfriars Tunnel, but generally.) This was the first and last moment during the run that I had a serious think about my finishing time. Having established I wasn't going to break sub-3h45m (a possible goal I had going in), but nor was I going to be slower than 4h, unless anything went badly wrong in the last stretch, I dismissed such thoughts again and just concentrated on making it to the end without breaking stride. Others were slowing around me at this point. I tried to encourage them along where I could, but I was too tired to shout very much.


Along the Embankment, past the 25-mile marker - I could feel the end was near as I passed the corner of Westminster Bridge and Big Ben, 1,200m to go... Up past Whitehall, along Birdcage Walk and alongside St James's Park - it's just name-dropping landmarks at this point. This was it, the third and final big iconic section (after Cutty Sark and Tower Bridge) leading up to the finish. The signs marked 600m to go... 400m to go... I rounded the corner past Buckingham Palace (noting the Union Jack flying; Her Maj wasn't in!) and saw the finish up ahead. I got a boost from hearing the announcer talking about everyone coming in now achieving a finish in under 4 hours. It was in the bag at this point and I didn't have the energy for a sprint finish. Along with a couple of others, I spread my arms wide, soaked up the atmosphere and let myself relax a little, just enjoying cruising the final straight up The Mall and across the line. A finish time of 3h52m26s. I'll happily take that.


I paused for a selfie (getting out of the way of a runner dressed as a tree, who was doing the same), collected my kit bag, then went to join the park full of runners collapsed on the ground, to rest my weary legs, have a snack and a drink, and catch up on messages - lots of good luck messages from friends and family, as well as congratulations from those who'd been following my progress online. In my goody bag, as well as the extra layer and food items I'd added, there were much-needed bottles of Lucozade and water, a hefty finisher's medal and the brightest finisher's t-shirt I've ever earned. It'll certainly be handy if I go jogging at night and need to be seen... from orbiting satellites.

Eventually I struggled back to my feet. This was hard. I gave the corporate stalls a miss, but cheered on the people who were still running as I made my way back to the Tube. Having been lucky with the weather so far, the heavens now opened for a brief deluge. I got wet, but mainly felt sorry for those still out on the course. It felt nice to be treated like royalty by the Underground staff - a finisher's medal got you a "Well done!" and free passage through the barriers. Random passers-by also paused to congratulate anyone wearing a medal. There were still runners passing by my hotel when I got back, and the sun was out again, so I stopped to cheer them on before retiring to my room. The remainder of the day saw me attending to my aching body, phoning Mum and Dad, taking advantage of the hotel pool and sauna (Bliss!) and staggering out as far as Nando's for food replenishment. After which I went to bed at quarter to nine and slept for ten hours.

I felt stiff and sore on Monday morning, but triumphant. I made further use of the pool and sauna, and was able to make full use of the breakfast offer, without having to worry about running. There were several other runners staying in the hotel, so lots of mutual congratulations and swapping notes on how we'd done (a near clone of Dave R had run it in under 3h30m). I checked out, popped briefly into our London office to pick up my new security pass for work (None of my colleagues was in) then joined the queue for medal engraving outside the New Balance shop on Oxford Street.

I was expecting to have to wait, but I spent almost as long waiting as it took to run the marathon. I'm not even exaggerating; I was stood in line for about 3h45m. Not what your legs need the day after running 26.2 miles. Luckily it was a fine day and I had a book to read (thank you, Stephen Fry!) but still, had I known it would take that long, I probably wouldn't have bothered. The people doing the engraving were lovely and friendly, but there really needed to have been more than two of them. Negative marks for post-event organisation, just as with the pre-event arrangements. As a result, I missed the last super off peak train back by about 20 minutes, and spent 3 hours waiting around Kings Cross - St Pancras. I bought books, beer and pasta to pass the time, and eventually made it home around a quarter to ten. I was very glad I'd booked the following day off work as well.

Despite such occasional setbacks, it had been a triumphant trip. And let's not forget I wasn't just doing this for the challenge, but to raise funds for the National Autistic Society. My sponsorship page remains open for anyone who still wants to donate - I know some people have qualms about donating until after the event ;o)


What next? London has given me greater confidence in running marathons, so I doubt it will be my last. At York, I started too fast, hit "the wall" around 30k and half-limped to the end. I made none of those mistakes this time around and kept running throughout, at a satisfyingly consistent pace. Yet my finish time was around 2 minutes slower than York. Did I err the other way, and pace myself too cautiously? I feel I've got a sub-3h45m in me; I only need to shave off 11s/km. Not next year though, as I want a break from marathon training over the summer. Maybe in 2023...
rich_jacko: (iconic)
So, holiday. It's taken me a little longer than anticipated to write this up. Partly because I needed to clear some disk space before I could sort through the 816 photos I took. (I really need a new computer.) Partly because of work stuff I needed to do over the weekend. Partly because I'd obviously got so unused to typing during my three weeks off that I got RSI in my left hand when I started again. But I'm getting there...

The first week - only contains 56 photos! )
rich_jacko: (TFs 2007)
I made it to the cinema last night, in spite of the Nazis' best efforts.

I left work slightly early to catch the 5pm IMAX showing of Avengers: Age of Ultron, only to find no trams were running. Two unexploded WW2 bombs had been found. I was determined to still go as I'd already booked and paid for my ticket online, so I ended up getting a taxi. So much for saving money by going to the cinema on the last day of my Megarider.

There was a bumper trailer reel before the film - Spectre, Mad Max: Fury Road, Ant Man, Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Jurassic World, Superman V Batman. I was amused by the reverential mutterings around the audience as the Star Wars trailer started. I'd deliberately saved watching it for the big screen impact, although I'd already been told about the crashed Star Destroyer shot, Luke's voice-over, and Han and Chewie at the end, so there weren't any great surprises. Definitely a teaser - It really doesn't say much about what to expect this Christmas.



So, how was Avengers? A whole lot of fun, basically. They don't waste any time assembling this time around, and it's straight into the action. The set-pieces are imaginative, spectacular, and everything you could wish for. I definitely approve of Joss's tendency to include really long tracking shots. Special mention for the Hulkbuster fight - As well as being a joy to watch, the friendship and respect Stark has for Banner gives it more depth than just eye candy.

The plot is paper-thin and doesn't make a huge deal of sense, but that's pretty inevitable when fitting in so many characters. Each Avenger gets a good share of screen time. Most of the characters from previous Marvel films put in at least a cameo, though it's mainly a boys show. Sure, there's Black Widow, Scarlet Witch and Agent Hill, but there's still no Jane Foster and, worse than that, no Pepper Potts this time either. Mind you, there is Veronica. ;o)

There's not much time for character development, except (surprisingly) for Hawkeye, and a budding romance between Banner and Romanoff (which seems to have come out of nowhere). Group-wise, there's rather too much angst and team building therapy. This was great in driving the first Avengers film, when they were all meeting for the first time, but it wears a bit thin now. It steps up a level when the team work together. The banter is everything you'd expect from the keyboard of Mr Whedon. With a film this cheesy, it's good that nothing's taken too seriously. There are some great running gags.

Ultron is a decent baddie who manages to be simultaneously funny and terrifying. Much is made of him being every bit as much of a wise-ass as Stark, but he's no Loki. Likewise, while the setting for the final battle is interestingly different (and bonkers), it's not as gobsmacking as aliens pouring through a wormhole over New York. Law of diminishing sequels? Unfortunately, yes. It's a(nother) brilliant piece of popcorn entertainment, but the franchise seems to be on the verge of becoming too bloated for its own good.

There's no final credit cookie, only one part-way through the credits. Boo!



There were still no trams running when I came out the cinema. Having had enough of public transport this week and not feeling like paying for a First ticket to take me all the way back into town, where I didn't want to be, I walked home. It was a nice enough evening and I figure it didn't really take much longer than the buses would've done.
rich_jacko: (find x)
Gah! My computer appears to have suddenly died. (To be fair, it has served me pretty well for more than a decade and it was definitely getting slow in its old age.)

Can anyone recommend a decent, inexpensive laptop? I'm not fussed about playing games on it; I just want something that'll cope with the interwebs/Office/Photoshop/etc. With at least a 15" screen and a decent amount of disk space.

Also, I'm pretty sure (or hopeful, at least) that it's the motherboard that's gone rather than the hard drive. There's quite a bit of stuff on there I want to retrieve. What's the best way of doing so? Can you even connect desktop hard drives to a laptop?
rich_jacko: (eclipse)
I spent much of last week fighting a stomach bug. This was annoying. I thought I was over it by Friday evening, but after half a beer I felt terrible. I ended up not seeing Sharknado, although by all accounts I didn't miss much.

I was worried I'd have to ring round on Saturday morning to say I wasn't coming to Tigg & Tom's ten-year do, which I really wanted to go to, but luckily I felt better by then. Not completely well, but well enough.

I got a ride down with Andy, Jacquie and Isabelle. It was raining (quite a lot) when we arrived but the scenery was beautiful. The Clarks checked in at their B&B where the owner offered me a remaining spare room. I was meant to be camping with the Chivers though, so we headed down to the camp site.

It continued to chuck it down with no sign of stopping, and the camp site was just an exposed field with a ten minute walk to the nearest public toilets. So when Jacquie rang, I thought "sod this" and asked her to book that spare room for me. A wise decision I feel.

The party was at Llanwddyn Community Centre and kicked off at 7pm. There was line dancing, balloons and lots of party games. It was great to see folks who I'd not seen in years, not just Tigg and Tom but also Sally and Jim. I wasn't ready to risk beer again and my appetite wasn't up to eating much pig, but what I had was very tasty :o)

It was a fun and relaxing evening. Not very rock and roll as several of us called it a night around 10:30, but then we are all ten years older!

The weather was much better the next day, so I joined the Clarks for a drive around Lake Vyrnwy, stopping at various points to get out and explore / take photos.

We went round Tigg and Tom's in the afternoon before heading back to Sheffield. I'd not seen their place before, so I enjoyed finally seeing their fab garden and the chickens!

Photos here or under this cut. )

P.S. - I've also added photos to my post about my sister's visit to Sheffield the previous weekend.

P.P.S. - Oh, and I'm feeling better now.
rich_jacko: (Calcifer)
It seems my fridge is not borkened, and it was merely struggling with the heat after all.

Okay, this was less because of the weather, and more because the heat exchanger was clogged up with vast amounts of fluff, and kept cutting out when it got too hot. I'm glad I figured this out for myself before calling an engineer to charge me lots of money to tell me :o)

I never thought I'd fix a fridge using a vacuum cleaner!
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Good thing: Went to the park yesterday for lunch for Ed's birthday picnic. This turned into sitting in the park reading in the afternoon, which turned into running around the playground with the Goblin and the Bug in the evening :o)

Bad thing: My fridge/freezer is playing up. Normally it keeps the fridge at about +5C and the freezer at about -20C. At the moment it only switches itself on when the fridge is about +20C and the freezer is +3C, cools them both down about 8C, then switches itself off again. I can't tell whether it's just struggling in the heat or is actually broken. Any ideas?
rich_jacko: (TFs 2007)
I saw 'Robot and Frank' this evening, which is a wonderfully sweet comedy drama about one man and his robot.

Sadly my own relationship with technology is somewhat less idyllic. Why is it that every gadget I own seems to be slightly broken?

My sound bar died part-way through Saturday's Doctor Who evening (I managed to pick up a new one at half price, so we should be okay for the next movie evening!). My DVD player has a disc tray like Arkwright's till. My house phone needs switching off and on again every few days. My tablet has developed a fun habit of switching itself on and off randomly (This may be a software thing - Since the last Android update it only seems to do it when booting up or shutting down, and not when I'm in the middle of something. This is an improvement.). My desktop PC gets slower and slower over time. Even my toaster doesn't pop up properly half the time.

This is supposed to be the 21st Century! What hope is there for flying cars if we can't even get basic stuff which works!

It was slightly reassuring when I went to the cinema to see 'Cloud Atlas' yesterday (Yes, two films in as many days. There's a lot on at the moment.), and their sound wasn't working either at first. Nor was their heating.

I think Sod's Law when applied to technology basically states: "The more complex the technology, the more things there are to go wrong with it."

*sigh*
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Happy New Year, everybody! :o)

I was going to post this yesterday, but LJ seemed to be a bit broken. Figuring those Russians are a few hours ahead of us, I realised no work was going to get done to fix it for a little while. And I was right...

These end-of-year posts always make me sad, as so many friends always seem to post about what a crappy year they've had. I hope you didn't, and for those who I know did, I hope 2013 turns out to be a lucky number after all and a much better year all round. It certainly seemed to get off to a good start last night!

For me, I'm happy to say that 2012 seemed to be a year peppered with frequent doses of awesome. Well, maybe I'd rather forget the bit where I got attacked by a falling shop sign, but the summer was great and I really got caught up in the celebrations, going to a Jubilee hog roast, seeing the Queen and Prince Philip, watching the Torch relay (three times), hosting an Olympic party, and (best of all) getting to spend a day at the Paralympic Games.

Earlier in the year, I visited Cardiff, and then later in the year, I went back to (a different bit of) Wales and then the slightly more exotic locations of Geneva for work and Maastricht (and Valkenburg) for pleasure. I also gained a new niece (and, just before Christmas, a new second cousin), visited the seaside, and met J.K.Rowling. And I seem to have had a quite ridiculous number of pub lunches, particularly towards the end of the year...

In semi-traditional style, following my round up of films and books I devoured in the first half of the year, here's the same treatment for the second (not-quite) half of 2012. )

I stuck to my 2012 New Year's resolutions of starting/finishing work earlier and reading more books, and I aim to carry those on in 2013.

The last couple of rounds of the Christmas season went well, with going out for Dim Sum on the 22nd, Christmas Day with my parents, Boxing Day at my sister's, the traditional NYEE party/barbecue chez Nightingale, and seeing New Year in last night at Flat of Geek. A few glasses of Jura Superstition seemed like a good way to see in 2013 ;o). Then it was a round of pizza, games and movies this evening before it's back to normality tomorrow.

Best wishes to all for the coming year!
rich_jacko: (Christmas markets)
Sorry it's taken me nearly a week to get around to writing this up. It's partly that I've been really busy since I came back, what with work, two trips to the cinema (more on the latter in my next post), helping the Chivers decorate their Christmas tree, Lard Club Christmas at Pepe's, Chinese food, and my work Christmas do at Pasta Bar, followed by a pub crawl up Ecclesall Road. It's also partly my reluctance to grapple with LJ's annoying new(ish) photo upload system. (Who'd have thought something on LJ would be less intuitive and easy to use than it's Facebook equivalent?)

Anywaaaay, here's what we got up to on holiday. )

All in all it was a great few days away. It was a shame so many people dropped out of the trip, but it was nice to spend time with the Chivers. The goblin and I got through a few more chapters of Harry Potter and a couple of games of Chrononauts. The bug merrily waved "See you later" to anyone he'd see, and then I taught him jazz hands... We fairly thoroughly explored two beautiful towns, I ticked another country that I've been too. Oh, and we had quite a bit of cake :o)


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rich_jacko: (lego ani)
So, following this week's Star Wars announcement, is anyone up for watching the original trilogy next Saturday, from 5pm? This'll be the non-Special Editions, so Han will shoot first and there'll be no enhanced Battle of Yavin, no guy in a Wampa suit, and no Gungans or Hayden Christensen in Jedi.

The hectic pace of life seems to be slowing down for a bit. I think this is a pre-Christmas lull. Today I have had the excitement of removing a dead pigeon from my back yard and replacing a broken toilet seat hinge for the first time in my life. Oooh, all the little fun things that come with home ownership.

No roleplaying this evening as two of our players are ill. There seems to be a lot of that around at the moment. At the moment (*touch wood*) I seem to be getting away with just a bit of a cough and a cold.

I did, however, see Frankenweenie 3D earlier today (evening showings have stopped, so I thought I'd better catch it quick). 3D black-and-white stop-motion monsters are cool, but the whole thing felt a bit unnecessary. It's mostly a straight remake, just with a new sub-plot involving kids competing to win a science project. This throws in a whole load of stuff about using power responsibly, which complicates the sweet and simple message of the 1984 live-action original.

Earlier in the weekend was good - On Friday we had a great new FFS venue in the upstairs room of the Red Deer, a pub I used to go to all the time and now don't go to nearly often enough. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] longrat for organising yet again.

Yesterday evening I went to [livejournal.com profile] kaickul's housewarming party, where there was food, fireworks and fantastically silly films. Standing outside up on the hill, watching fireworks go off all across the city was pretty awesome :o)

Photo fail

Sep. 9th, 2012 06:54 pm
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Aargh! I am having FAIL in uploading this week's photos onto LJ at the moment. I will try again tomorrow evening. In the meantime, for those of you on that Facebook, I've uploaded Paralympic photos there. They should appear here shortly!
rich_jacko: (Torchwood)
I've added photos of Monday's Torch Relay to my "Olympics" album (an album which will never feature any actual sport). This post is slightly later than I intended to owing to an interesting incident which involved being without electricity for 40 hours and having the pavement inside my railings dug up to fix it.

The event in Hillsborough Park was good fun. Yes, it was a lot of waiting for five seconds of watching the Torch go by, but it was a real festival atmosphere and we got really lucky with the weather too. It was good to see so many of you there - [livejournal.com profile] san_valentine, [livejournal.com profile] clarestar, [livejournal.com profile] neil_h, [livejournal.com profile] ceehoss + squirrels, the Chivers, the Clarks, the Stothards, [livejournal.com profile] ju_bear and jamie_bear.

Afterwards, I headed into town to catch the end of the event in Barker's Pool. This was less fun but it was certainly an experience. I've never seen town so rammed. The crowd stretched all the way from City Hall back past the Town Hall, and I had to walk in most of a circle just to get in through an unblocked road. I missed the Torch arriving in the end, but I did see the urn burning and caught the end of the concert, plus a few of the Torchbearers hung around afterwards. I'm glad I went, but the Park was better.

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rich_jacko: (River Tam XKCD)
When I first heard about this I thought it might be a bit of a mess, with too many main characters and too many wacky concepts thrown together to make a coherent film. Then I found out it was being written and directed by Joss Whedon, king of ensemble casts with wacky concepts, and I knew all would be well.

To be honest, it is a bit of a mess. There's a vague plot, of sorts. It has an underlying anti-war/WMD message that starts to go somewhere interesting in the second act, but is completely undermined by the third. The first half hour is difficult to engage with if and a bit confusing if you haven't completely brushed up on the previous films in the franchise. (Oddly, there's a line of exposition to remind us who Loki is, but nothing until nearly halfway through the film to remind us where the Tesseract came from, despite it being the main plot MacGuffin.)

None of this really matters though, nor does it stop me wanting to see this film again. On IMAX. The joy of watching Avengers Assemble isn't in the story. It's in watching several ridiculously larger-than-life egomaniacs bouncing off one another, sometimes literally. Once the Big Four start to "assemble", the film really takes off.

Having Joss write dialogue for Robert Downey Jr's Tony Stark couldn't be better, and Stark steals most of the scenes he's in. Special mention also for Mark Ruffalo's Bruce Banner (the third Hulk in as many films), who plays an understated yet complex contrast to his big green alter-ego. The relationship between Stark and Banner, two geniuses, is great to watch. And as for Banner turning into "the other guy", well... Stark may have the best lines, but it's Hulk who gets the biggest laughs.

Chris Hemsworth's Thor is basically the same as before (no bad thing), but just a little bit more human (good). Tom Hiddleston's Loki continues to be an interesting and surprisingly vulnerable bad guy - a god with a massive inferiority complex. And Samuel L Jackson's Nick Fury has a hell of a lot more to do this time round. I felt slightly sorry for Chris Evans's (No, not that one!) Captain Rogers/America and Scarlett Johansson's Agent Romanoff/Black Widow, who have the boring job of playing it straight against the rest of the main cast, but someone's got to do it.

The action is a huge amount of fun, and it's nice to see it done right. You may have heard me moan before about ludicrously quick camera cuts where you can't follow what's happening. I always think camera-work should showcase the fight choreography, rather than be used to hide its shortcomings. There's no worry about that here. All the action scenes in Avengers are inventive, brilliantly choreographed and show off each character's strengths and foibles. They're a seamless part of what's going on, rather than an eye candy distraction from the story and character interaction. Camera-wise, there's one very long tracking shot in the final battle in particular, that I immediately fell in love with and hoped would never end.

Avengers Assemble is probably not going to win any awards. It only works at all because the characters and world they inhabit are already well established by the previous films in the franchise. What it is, though, is big and silly and loud and enormous fun. It does what it does extremely well, and is highly recommended :o)

There's an extra credit cookie scene part-way through the end credits. A black mark to Cineworld for raising the house lights just as it was starting. That's on top of the black mark they already earned for not showing it on IMAX at a convenient time.
rich_jacko: (Christmas markets)
Back from spending half a week in Cologne with the Chivers and Anne WINOLJ. In a nutshell, the first half of the holiday went very well, the second half not quite so well (Bloody Belgians!)

More details... )

I aim to go back, not just because we lost a day and missed out on some of the stuff we wanted to see, but also because in recent years I haven't had holidays abroad nearly as often as I used to and I'd like to get back into the habit. So where next year, and who's up for coming along? :o)

Christmas markets in the shadow of Cologne Cathedral
Photos
rich_jacko: (Calcifer)
Feeling decidedly poorly today. That'll teach me not to associate with plague-carrying footbugs. Why can't I be ill during the week instead?:o(
rich_jacko: (find x)
I really don't like all these abbrieviated URLs that everyone seems to be using these days (bit.ly, tinyurl and so on). I'd much rather be able to tell what site I'm about to click on, thank you very much.

Is it just me?
rich_jacko: (eclipse)
Oh yeah, now the sun comes out, several hours too late!

Can I have the moon and clouds in front of the sun separately please, not both at the same time and then neither :o(

Ow

Oct. 14th, 2009 07:56 pm
rich_jacko: (Calcifer)
I think I must've somehow trapped a nerve at some point recently. Luckily it seems to have fixed itself today, but yesterday I ended up with stabbing pain shooting up my right leg whenever I tried to run.

Simple and obvious solution: Don't run.

And most of the time I don't, and it wasn't a problem when I was moving around normally. But occasionally I do need to run. Like when some eejit driver decides at the very last second to pull across another lane without either looking or indicating and turn down the road I'm crossing. For instance.

So, yeah. Sudden, near-incapacitating pain when I was about to get run over was more than a little alarming...

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