Wednesday 24 June 2015

How much is that doggie on the photo?


Photographs
 

 
Photo CCXV1:- In the past I have come across athletic related postcards and photographs which had no information about the content. If I remember over the coming months I will bore you Blog about my genius in solving what / who the photos were all about. I must say I am proud of my record. For example, two weeks ago, I saw the above photo with the caption that it was a group of Birchfield Harriers. Birchfield Harriers in Birmingham, is one of the top athletic clubs in the country. Clearly it was NOT Birchfield Harriers. NO WAY. It took me two days to come up with the answer and names. Not bad, eh Blog, starting from cold???? Question now for you Blog .... what is the name of the dog???? No kidding ...the question is ..what is the name of the dog?

Dear Blog,

                Went into town today which is a very, very rare occurrence for me. Why did I go into town I hear you ask Blog. Good question. Well, I will tell you ... next week is the annual village festival and I usually  enter the scarecrow competition. As I needed some spray paint I had to use my bus pass to travel into the city. My wife assured me that the place to go was 'Poundland'. Why go to a children's theme park I enquired of her. I am so fortunate that looks cannot kill. She did explain to me that it was the same as Quidland (That is two Euroland shops together Blog) So I found the afore mentioned establishment and, as Henry once so wittingly remarked, I could have for a single quid any colour of spray can paint I liked as long as it was BLACK. Fine children's shop that is. I don't think!!! I shall tell my wife she does not know what she was talking about. I shall wait until she has gone out of the door before I tell her. Less hassle!

                                               Colin

Sunday 21 June 2015

blood doping revisited


Photographs

Photo CCXV:- coco building or HQ of Renold Chain Company in Coventry .... why important to athletics in the cuty???

Dear Blogski,

                    P.S. Still on the subject of drugs taking ... mentioned recently to an athlete that I could see no difference between a big black bloke having served a ban for doping and then continuing to race with the media tag of 'drugs cheat' every time he competed and a reasonably pretty blonde haired white girl who can afford to live at altitude and camp in an altitude tent in her bedroom who is a media darling. Same result, different pathway??? One big black and bad, the other bimbo blonde and good??? The athlete said not a word!!!

Would it not be interesting to re test all the old samples from athletes taken over the years???  It might reveal a few interesting outcomes and perhaps ruin a few careers??? Glasshouses and stones????

                    I was dragged up to believe that 'owt for nowt w reet gud an if the got brass as well that w gudder'. When I was old enough to think for myself and act independently, the action of someone helping out of the goodness of their heart, expecting no reward except for knowing that they had done good, never failed to raise the hairs on the back of my neck and induce an acute guilt feeling. Something that had to be cauterised. Similar feelings arise when I am given an item. Even now.

                   Three weeks ago I was given a greenhouse by an oldish lady who lives in the village who was finding it hard to cope with utilising the glasshouse. And so it came to pass in the fullness of time that I made a donation to Tiny Tims Children's Charity to enable me to sleep at night. I now can sleep the sleep, the sleep of the dead!!!  

Tiny Tims Children's Charity provides help to disable children.

                   Sleep is interesting as a social phenomena don't you think Blog. Thousands of quids are spent by people to enable them to sleep ... I have said before and I will say it to you again Blog, the only reason they don't sleep is because they are not tired!!! Elementary my dear Holmes. And another reason is that we are animals, and like all other animals we are subconsciously aware of dangers lurking in the dark when we sleep. And like animals we have to be alert even when asleep ... so if you are not completely knackerated, any slight sound will act as an alarm call. So I say unto you, go forth to make all the pill peddlers redundant and go for a long walk to tire you out ... or much better still, come round to my Estate and help dig, weed, prune pick, clip, cut, saw, chop .... much healthier and much cheaper and make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Don't forget to leave a donation for the free advice for Tiny Tims Children's Charity in the box by the Estate gate at the end of the drive as you leave. And don't forget to put your shoes back on.

                                                        Colin

Wednesday 17 June 2015

Blood doping ...............


Photographs

Photo CCXIV:-

What is so special about this medal Blog? How come it changed the face of athletics in Coventry? What happened to all its members? When did it happen? How was Godiva Harriers affected?

 

Dear Blog,

                Have you seen the appeals this week in the press for donations of blood as supplies are running low ... I thought when I first read it that it was another take on the Salazar affaire which has blown up in the last fortnight.

                Yesterday I went to give my regular ampoules to the National Health Service. In the last 18 months, I must have contributed at least a couple of legs and an arm full as Tony might have put it? What is wrong with me you ask Blog. A good question if I may say. Basically, to use the jargon, I 'don't fit the patient profile'! Which I suppose is medical talk for 'we haven't got a clue about you so can you please go away'. I must have cost the National Health Service a small fortune .. and for what??? Nothing. Zero. Zilch. Nil. Nothing. I don't know when I am going to knock this carry-on on the head but that nice Mr Camerooon is thinking of doing away with the OAP bus pass as my regular cross city journeys are bankrupting the system.

                Perhaps more to follow if I can afford the ink.

               It's that time of year again ... the village carnival, the Allesley Fete. 40 years it has been going and the theme for this year's scarecrow competition is '40 years'. I am somewhat lacking inspiration for once so am procrastinating as to whether I should enter or not. A big commitment having all those hordes of people swilling about my Estate gawping at my master pieces. Decision time is soon .... What to do??? Blog - HELP.

                                                    Colin

Thursday 11 June 2015

Drugs and Farah



Dear Blog,

                Having mentioned the Harold Abrahams plaque last week, I thought you might like to see the photo I took when I visited the site of the old Oakengates running track a month ago. Not one of my best David Bailey shots, I will be the first to admit, but you get the picture!!!!

                This is typical of an hidden gem that no one knows about. There must be many specialist interests, and if people with these particular interests are totally unaware of their existence, like I was with this, what chance is there of getting the message across to Joe Public and his family?

                  Last Saturday was with my running club, Coventry Godiva Harriers, at Tipton for a senior Midlands Track League ... helped with the hammer ... shall we say that the gentleman in charge left a lot to be desired in my opinion! A Lot with a capital 'L'. It reminded me of an occasion last season or possibly the season before => if you don't know the procedure for these events Blog, let me first explain. For safety's sake, every time a hammer thrower is preparing to throw their implement, the person in charge of the event blows a horn to warn all judges that the hammer is being prepared to be thrown; each judge must raise their hand in acknowledgement before the thrower may proceed. Once the horn is blown, all attention must be given to the hammer and where it is in flight, as it is extremely dangerous not to pay attention. I kid you not Blog when I say a hammer can kill you. Back to the event I referred to ... a member of my own club was in charge of the hammer throwing event and I was out in the field retrieving the hammer and returning it to the cage for the next thrower. Walking back to my position in the outfield, the person in charge of the event who was from my club allowed to hammer thrower to release his hammer without blowing the horn to warn all the judges. I was totally unaware of the hammer heading in my direction until it buried itself into the ground about a yard away ( a metre away to you Blog). That could have killed me. It was totally unforgivable for the person in charge who was from my club to have not blown the warning horn. UNFORGIVEABLE.

                 Last Sunday at Coventry for a Young Athletes Development League ... was in charge of the Hurdle races. For once the weather was hot and sunny.

                 Last Wednesday at Coventry for a Coventry Schools Year 7 qualifying meeting .... was helping in the Godiva clubhouse which is built at the top of the finishing straight at the Coventry Track which is at the Warwick University Westwood Campus site. My granddaughter was having her very first track race. She does not train nor is she a member of a running club. Considering more than half the field are in clubs, she did well to finish 6th. The other heat was faster so she may not be selected for the finals in two weeks time as the pupils may be selected on times rather than plcing .. schools have their own peculiar rules!!. She was not very happy about that. It will be interesting to see if that spurs her into taking a more active role in running in the future.

                  The previous week, while the year 8 sports were taking place, I concreted the telephone access cover into place to prevent vandalism. I have previously done the same to all three sewer covers behind our clubhouse as some of the children taking part in an earlier sports had been putting rubbish down the sewer and causing a blockage. I unblocked the stoppage and did the concreting. Apparently the smell was rather bad and was making spectators nauseous. It had no effect  on me while I was removing the problem as I had lost my sense of smell about fifteen years previous.  I was told by our National Health experts at the time that nothing could be done to restore my sense of smell as it was a breakdown in a brain connection. That is a great shame.

                                   Colin       

Friday 5 June 2015

Sent to Coventry


Dear Blog,

               The moral of this tale Blog, is to advise  you to avoid being sent to Coventry if you intend to do any serious historical research that might require extensive use of local archives with the caveat that access to unlimited finance means you may proceed, you may pass 'Go', you may collect £100 (200 euros to you Blog). The £100 is the very minimum you will need!

                I think I have mention in passing that I spend some little time researching 'The History of Coventry Godiva Harriers and Other Clubs in the City during the last 140 years', and have now expanded the investigation to include a comparative study of a northern club. In fact I think I have mentioned the fact many times, many, many times??

                Well, during the last eighteen months or so, not to mention many other places in the previous twenty years, I have visited ...

Sheffield library

Warwick University archives

Walthamstow archives

Keighley Public library, local studies department

Bedworth Library

Rugby local studies

Nuneaton library

Birmingham University Cadbury collection

Birmingham library

Sheffield University

Hinckley library

Much Wenlock Museum

 

The cost of accessing microfiche No Cost

                            The cost of using own camera to copy material No Cost

                                                                                               Cost of retrievals No Cost

                                                                                                                             Cost of photocopying  Nominal Cost of using micro fiche and computer to copy directly onto computer stick   No Cost

 

Coventry   Archives

Coventry Motor Museum

Cost of retrieval   £17:50  

                          Cost of using own camera £5 for daily licence then £1 per photo

                                                                                                         Cost of photocopying 40p

Cost of using micro fiche and computer to copy directly onto computer stick   No facility 

Now let me think ... when I am called to the starting line at that great running track in the sky, where do I deposit all my research papers? Where do I place all the photos, medals, memorabillia? Where do I keep my complete / incomplete 'History of Coventry Godiva Harriers and other athletic clubs in the city during the last 140 years'? Where do I place my comparative study?

After all, the work is centred on Coventry, is about Coventry, reflects the history of Coventry.

                                    Colin

P.S. In a couple of weeks time I will detail some more money matters in connection with the archives ... it is worth a wait because this you will not believe. All true. Would I lie to you Blog?

Tuesday 2 June 2015

The KGB


The start of the 1930s Midland Marathon Championships at Oakengate
 
Dear Blog,

                Last week I went away to Wales for a few days ... and guess what? That bloody butterfly in the Brazilian rain forest has been at it again. One tiny flicker of the wings and consequence follows consequence to be backed up by consequence to the power of 3.14 ... so how do I go from the javelin throw to the KBG in one easy move, you ask???? Telford and Moscow Centre in the flutter of a wing. How come?  I hear you ask Blog. Well if you will allow a little ramble I will endeavour to do my best to explain without losing my needle and thread. Read on.

                As I may have told you before, dear Blog, told you many, many, many times, my Great Tome on 'The History of Coventry Godiva Harriers and Other Athletic Clubs in the city during the last 140 years' is still my obsession but I have added a comparative study of a northern harrier club which failed to survive. This comparison is to highlight the differences and consequences of patronage of various sorts.

               In the 1920s and 30s, the top running track in the Midlands was at Oakengates, Shropshire  - I have several photographs of Godiva members competing there. Well three weeks ago, the Godiva Club had a Midland Track League competition at Telford and as I had a couple of hours to spare before I officiated at the inter club shot putt competition I thought I would have a wander around Telford to try to find where the old track had been. I had done considerable research beforehand but had found nothing of substance which gave me a clue as to where the location was so I was going in cold - and the  weather was cold as it happened that day, so I was wrapped up well.

              My first foray into the unknown was to ask the old dear doing the refreshments in the little cabin for the officials lunch. 'Did she know where the old Oakengates' Track used to be??' 'Yes, just at the back of the Telford track where the Midland league was taking place all around you'; 'the long jump is still there' she added. That was the easi peasiest piece of research I had ever done so I went to have a look. We do have cross country races on the site and around the adjoining playing fields in the winter so I knew the area fairly well. To sum up, the old dear doing the refreshments for the officials in the little cabin was talking out of her limp lettuce and ham sandwiches.

             My next tack was to enquire of the doddery old fella in charge of the officials signing-in sheets. I went to his little office adjacent to the track entrance where the Midland League was taking place all around me and posed the same question. 'No idea, never heard of it and I've lived here all my life.' So from total certainty to total uncertainty  in the time it took Linford Christie to run the 100m. 'But someone once told me that there was a track of sorts at St Georges but I don't know.' was his next sentence. 'Where is St Georges?' I asked. 'Up in Oakengates'. Oakengates, Oakengates? OAKENGATERS!! 'How do I get there?' 'Out of the Sports Centre gates, turn left for about 50 yards (read metres Blog)  then take a right and follow the road until you come to a mini roundabout. Turn left and go down the road until you come to St Georges Church.' 'Ta, how far?' 'About two miles'.[3000 metres Blog]  Now I have the high jump to help officiate in a couple of hours time so I trudged~walked in the direction I was given.

Point 1:- the doddery old bloke didn't tell me it was up hill all the way and I had forgotten to bring my crampons. I shall propose to the English Fell Running Association that next year they hold their Trials for the European Fell Running Championship between the Telford all weather running track and St. Peters Church in Oakengates! Enough said.

Point 2:- the first mini roundabout took me into a very nice residential estate with some pleasant houses and neat gardens. Most houses had expensive cars parked on the driveways and clearly, no one seemed short of a bob or two (a Euro or deux to you Blog).

Point 3:- it started to chuck it down, and did it rain or did it rain? Luckily a young woman was running along the pavement pushing a buggy as fast as she could to get out of the bucketing rain storm. I must say, that I had considerable difficulty trying to keep up the tempo run as I jogged along side. I was hardly able to ask for redirections from her as I had clearly strayed from my intended path. She pointed out that there was another mini roundabout further up the mountain and that I should retrace my steps back through the very nice residential estate with some pleasant houses and neat gardens with their posh cars and carry on up the mountain for another 400 yards (392 metres to you Blog). I gasped my thanks as the rain stopped, but I was wet through anyway with all the clothes I had on and the testing climb from camp 2, having made me sweat excessively.

                           Bingo, there was St Georges Church and guess what was alongside it, in the next field? Yes, a cricket square with it's newish pavilion and an older one further away with another cricket square, and a cricket match taking place on each!!! So where's the track, I hear you ask Blog??????????? Track? No track!!!

                          The old pavilion seemed the best bet. I asked a cricketer who must have been W.G.Grace's granddad if there used to be an athletics track nearby. He took his ear trumpet away from his ear and said he had no idea but there was a plaque in the new pavilion dedicated to Jesse Owens. If he had said Captain Barclay, I might have believed him, but Jesse Owens??? Clearly a case of too much of Eve's cider from the forbidden tree. To humour him I went over to the new pavilion and asked W.G.Grace's dad if there used to be a running track hereabouts. 'Aye, and a plaque too'. I could have hugged him but I can't stand the smell of snuff. Well that is not strictly true. I lost my sense of smell a couple of decades back but I could remember what it smelled like as Mrs Harland, our next door neighbour but one, used to shove pounds of it up her nose when I was a kid (kilograms of it Blog - hang in there, we still have a couple of pages to go before the butterfly really starts to flap).

                             Inside the pavilion was a very nice commemorative plaque to the 1924 Midland Championships with an engraving and a Midlands 100 yards (92 metres Blog, did you remember from last time earlier on in this ditty??)  gold medal. It celebrated Harold Abrahams win a few weeks before he won gold at the same distance in the Olympic Games in Stockholm. The plaque had been dedicated to him and had been unveiled in 2008 by his adopted daughter. Seated at one of the tables supping some stuff was Methuselah and his two brothers. 'There's some photos in the backroom, if you are interested, and the old track which you asked about was just where the cricketers are playing now.' One of the trio could remember running on it as a boy and there then followed a three hour discourse as to when the track closed. Suffice to say, it was in the 70s or 80s. I took photos of the photos and photos of the wall plaque and photos of the ground and photos of where the grandstand would have been with the church in the background.

An excellent day of research.

And time for a quick trudge back to the track and my duties as a hammer throw official.

Point 4:- it was all downhill trudging on the way back, if only I had brought my skate board, if only.

Flutter, flutter keep your eye on the butterfly Blog.

Ding, ding. The name of the lady (Abrahams daughter rang a distant bell).

 Ding Ding Ding DING DING

Blog I kid you not. 4 am the following morning I was wide awake as the bell tolled!!

           Believe it or not, the family had decided months back to go on holiday the following week to Wales and to go to Harlech which we used to visit every year for ten / fifteen years or so after we married. Every time I had a summer / autumn marathon invite to race abroad I used to spend a couple of weeks training in the sand dunes to get used to running tired in the heat -  a very useful ploy which tip will no doubt be appearing in an athletics' magazine near you in the next few weeks, Blog. A tip which is of more use than all the rubbish they print these days by the experts who all have an armful of badges to let everyone know just how knowledgeable they are about athletics.

Flutter, flutter, flap, flap. Hang on Blog, we are nearly there.

              And where did Abraham's daughter live when I did my research on my return home that evening, you ask Blog. Yes, quite correct, she lived in Harlech where she owned a shop. Can't believe it can you Blog, but I kid you not. So that's one day of the holiday taken care of then??? And it gets flap better flutter.

             Why, you ask Blog, did the name of the daughter ring a bell, ding dong?

             Well, you may be surprised to learn that I used to be a bit of a radical when I were a bit of a lad, like, and that surname was doubly significant, as it was the name of a pacifist / anti nuclear campaigner / committee of 100 and also was the name of one of the three people who sprang George Blake from jail in 1966, the same person as it happened, Abraham's daughter's husband no less. In case you are unaware of the fact Blog, George Blake was one of the spys for the KGB in the cold war scenario, Burgess, MacLean, Philby, Blunt and Blake et al. As someone who helped a KGB agent to escape, he was never prosecuted until years later in the 1980s when he published a book, not so much to justify his actions but to clear up all the rumours and counter rumours concerning the whys and wherefores of the escape.

              And so it came to pass that on my holidays in Wales in Harlech, I did meet the Harold Abraham's daughter.

Flutterbye, bye bye .

                                           Colin  

P.S. I have told you before, Blog, you could not make this stuff up .... and if you did no one would believe me. But Blog, I kid you not ..... from long jump run up in Telford to Moscow KGB Centre in the time it would take me to trudge a marathon now.


 
 
(Left Oakengates 1920s, right top today showing top left)