With the London 2012 Olympics in full swing, I can finally reveal the surprising truth about the Vancouver 2010 Winter Olympics.
Special Winter Olympic Report
by Claire Angorra-Smith, BBC Sport
The 2010 Olympic Winter Games in Vancouver has been a truly global spectacle, a magnificent showcase for alpine sport, and full of surprises.
But aside from the excitement and spectacle of the basic fifteen events, what of the demonstration events going on at Vancouver? Both summer and winter games have been light on these trail events in recent years. In fact, not since Albertville in 1992 have new sports been tried in an alpine setting.
But Vancouver has broken with this recent tradition and added in one new event.
The "Super D" Pairs Sledless Descent.
For those new to Super D, it's a white-knuckle ride down through a mile and a half of steep mountainside. Two athletes, no transport, no limits. Just a pair of courageous drunken souls, or Plummeters, sliding on their backsides at up to ninety miles an hour, pitted against a merciless and precipitous mountain.
One week ago, two renowned bloggers received the call to join the British Olympic Team in Vancouver. Their mission? The Super D.
Little is known about the sporting pedigrees of Indigo Roth and the mysterious single-monicker iDifficult. The pair were discovered after a rowdy evening on the tiles which ended in an accidental slide down the infamous Tipplers' Tumble in their snowbound home town.
They were naturals, said talent scout Shifty Mandelson. One minute they were staggering along the road near The Tumble, and the next they were off piste. Their survival instinct kicked in instantly, and they displayed world-class cameraderie, effortless cursing, and breakneck speed. I knew we'd have a chance of a medal if we could get them out of the hospital and into the team.
After arriving at Whistler Mountain outside Vancouver, Roth and iDifficult threw themselves into training, working on a steady rhythm of beer - curry - plummet. After three days, utterly unable to tell their arses from their elbows, they were still trailing the times of the Canadian professional duo Kato Kato & David Coleman. But, determined to bring home the gold for Queen and Country, they pushed the boat out in the final few hours to get themselves really relaxed.
Things nearly came unstuck as they waited for their run at the top of Whistler. A drunken altercation with the German team ended with a Mountie being summoned. The pair, unable to produce their Olympic identification, were arrested and handcuffed to each other and then to the starting gate. They could only stand and sing Show Me The Way To Go Home quietly as their Canadian rivals posted their best time.
Just as all hope seemed lost, Roth borrowed a hairpin from passing American plummeter C. L. Larew, who was just about begin her descent with canine team-mate W. D. Hickory. iDifficult set to work picking the handcuff lock, and the duo cheered mightily as the Americans swept past the Canadians to take the lead*.
[* Larew sustained only a handful of minor injuries from Hickory sitting on her wagging his tail, using her as a makeshift sled.]
The British pair were called to race just as the first lock was picked; they had detached themselves from the starting gate, but not each other. Pluckily, they elected to make the run still handcuffed together.
As the pair leapt to their date with destiny, slurring Swing Low Sweet Chariot, the prayers of late-night viewers in Britain went with them. Their start was blistering, a tumbling whirl of limbs and off-key crooning, but they lost vital seconds arguing about the best place to stop and take a leak. Unable to find a bus-stop, they ploughed ahead, and seemed to be losing time until they bounced off a sequence of three rocks. Roth's trio of sharp cries started an avalanche and, sensing victory, the pair were carried by the wall of snow past the finish line in a record time.
The Canadian Team lodged an appeal about the handcuffs as unauthorised equipment, but this was dismissed by IOC President Jacques Rogge as Being entirely in the spirit of the event and the Olympic Movement.
Roth and iDifficult were unavailable for interviews, but our new British sporting heroes will no doubt have plenty to say for themselves as soon as the casts and bandages come off.
Indigo
Dedicated to the late legend Hickory The Wonder Dog
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Monday, July 30, 2012
Sunday, July 29, 2012
And Plenty More To Come
It's been a busy few days.
First I went here:
Then today I went here:
It's been awesome! And there's plenty more to come!
But if you're not a fan, here's some flowers.
Lovely.
Go Team GB!
Indigo
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First I went here:
Then today I went here:
It's been awesome! And there's plenty more to come!
But if you're not a fan, here's some flowers.
Lovely.
Go Team GB!
Indigo
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Thursday, July 26, 2012
* I Don't Think I Nailed It
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Wednesday, July 25, 2012
* For Queen And Country
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Tuesday, July 24, 2012
* Digesting A Fill Of Midnight
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Sunday, July 22, 2012
Always In Good Company
It's dark under the piano. Indigo!
It feels heavy enough to be a Steinway Grand. INDIGO!
I think some of its eighty eight black and white keys are in my mouth.
INDIGO?! Where are you? Are you all right?!
Daylight bursts into view as Abbey lifts the shattered, black-lacquered wooden lid. The charming brunette leans over me in stunned silence. Her upside-down-but-very-pretty face is framed by blue sky as I gaze upwards through the wreckage; it’s a nice look on her.
Hey babe, I mumble with a smile, spitting piano keys feebly. I think there’s piano wire flossing between my front teeth.
Oh, thank Heavens you’re okay! She looks around the deserted street, and briefly up at the the office building behind us. Is there a balcony ten floors up? What on earth happened?!
Hard to say, I cough, I was headed into town to, um, buy some supplies...
Abbey huffs, interrupting. Another pizza? There's a healthy dollop of accusation; she knows I’m dieting.
I don’t recall, I fib, but on the way I was interrupted by, well... by a falling piano. This one. I give her a cheery grin; I don’t want her to worry too much. Or press me on the subject of pizza. But you’re here to help, which is nice. How come you’re downtown?
She gives me a look, probably in response to my changing the subject. Well, luckily we were headed here to meet King. Really? I’ve not seen our resident lion for a few days. Yavin is with me. The whole gang was supposed to meet here. The concerned black-and-white snout of the Chief Engineer badger peeps into view; he’s trying not to climb on the piano. He taps the brim of his cap with his smoking pipe in greeting.
Hey Yavin, nice to see you, I slur, and turn my gaze back to my neighbour. So, why were you meeting King?
Because we were invited, old boy! booms a new voice. A shadow crosses my face as Max Tunguska - Lunatic-In-Extraordinary to the House Of Windsor – strolls into view. He’s come from the opposite direction and is the right way up, at least. The arch-genius wears a fresh crewcut, and a smirk that would startle a police horse. His tall, athletic figure is looking rather trim today; good grief, the piano must have hit me harder than I realised. Max waves a hand affably, Its okay, Roth, don’t get up.
I suspect this might tell us something! says an American voice. I have a vague impression of an envelope fluttering at the bottom my vision to the left of Max. It can only be the diminutive Eolist Petite. There’s a few seconds of clicks and clanks as she noisily erects her personal stepladders, and then Michigan’s finest edges into view. Just. The tiny redhead waves the envelope more clearly, This note was attached to the piano!
Well, the gang really is all here. Or are they? Is anyone missing?
With a rustle of paper and a louder slurping of coffee, Eolist finesses the letter open with one hand and hands it to Max. There’s a moment’s silence before he reads:
Indigo, congratulations on your 300th blog entry. I look forward to your next entry with keen interest! Regards, King. P.S. Duck!
Abbey smiles, It's so like him to remember! She's very fond of the old rogue. So am I, if I'm honest. The lion has class. If a questionable sense of surprises.
That handsome alpha feline is something, isn’t he? offers Eolist with obvious admiration. There’s a general rumble of agreement.
They seem to have forgotten me. I clear my throat.
Is it really three hundred entries? Wow, Max issues a whistle, oblivious to my plight, That's a lot.
No kidding, adds Eolist. Though of course, that 30 Days Of Roth series made for some fast re-runs that would have pushed that number up.
The pair nod and hmmm. Max looks sideways at her.
It's lucky we’re here to provide a bit of extra colour and necessary exposition; he waves my way, Roth's not that talkative right now.
The Dinky Dynamo seems to consider this, but then looks down as brief series of creaks heralds the arrival of Yavin at the top of the stepladders. They stand together; I’d forgotten how similar in height they are. Hey, Yavin. Ms. Petite pops a kiss on his nose; the badger's eyes wrinkle and he cheeses happily as he puffs on his pipe.
I cough a little louder. Max glances my way, and looks at me guiltily. Right, he says definitely, we should get the piano off Roth right away. Finally! Some action. My friend sighs, If only Bear were here.
Of course, it’s Bear that’s missing. The seven-foot black bear would have this off me in a trice, and would probably throw in some words of wisdom. He never fails to illuminate me.
I can see him in the distance. He’s heading this way. I can hear a rich growling baritone giving a familiar Stevie Wonder tune a welcome airing.
He won’t get any dialogue, whispers Max, we’ve run out of the usual colours.
I scream in frustration as much as pain. I love these people, but they’re so damned odd all the time. And I laugh, despite myself.
I guess I’m always in good company.
Well, I shan't forget this day in a hurry, I grumble, to myself as much as anyone else. There's a faint scent of burning martyr.
Oh Indy, purrs Abbey, you know how Kingy is; he adores you secretly. He knows you can handle yourself in a scrape.
Or a squash, I mutter sourly as she continues.
And besides, you love a good joke! I’m struggling to see the funny side, but I’m suddenly jolted back to reality as the piano starts to rock. I curse and struggle to look up. Ah. The young badgers Hoth, Sollust and their sister Dantoo have appeared, and are bouncing on the exposed piano strings. It’s musically painful.
I turn back to Abbey. You realise OW I was OW nearly killed, right?
Abbey leans close and gently kisses me on the forehead.
Nearly is the same as Not, honey. She sounds grateful, which is something.
I cough. I'll let my ribs know, thank you.
She giggles and touches her nose. It's quite endearing.
I forget my name.
Stay put. We'll have you out in time for entry 301.
Indigo
This blog entry is dedicated to everyone who reads this.
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It feels heavy enough to be a Steinway Grand. INDIGO!
I think some of its eighty eight black and white keys are in my mouth.
INDIGO?! Where are you? Are you all right?!
Daylight bursts into view as Abbey lifts the shattered, black-lacquered wooden lid. The charming brunette leans over me in stunned silence. Her upside-down-but-very-pretty face is framed by blue sky as I gaze upwards through the wreckage; it’s a nice look on her.
Hey babe, I mumble with a smile, spitting piano keys feebly. I think there’s piano wire flossing between my front teeth.
Oh, thank Heavens you’re okay! She looks around the deserted street, and briefly up at the the office building behind us. Is there a balcony ten floors up? What on earth happened?!
Hard to say, I cough, I was headed into town to, um, buy some supplies...
Abbey huffs, interrupting. Another pizza? There's a healthy dollop of accusation; she knows I’m dieting.
I don’t recall, I fib, but on the way I was interrupted by, well... by a falling piano. This one. I give her a cheery grin; I don’t want her to worry too much. Or press me on the subject of pizza. But you’re here to help, which is nice. How come you’re downtown?
She gives me a look, probably in response to my changing the subject. Well, luckily we were headed here to meet King. Really? I’ve not seen our resident lion for a few days. Yavin is with me. The whole gang was supposed to meet here. The concerned black-and-white snout of the Chief Engineer badger peeps into view; he’s trying not to climb on the piano. He taps the brim of his cap with his smoking pipe in greeting.
Hey Yavin, nice to see you, I slur, and turn my gaze back to my neighbour. So, why were you meeting King?
Because we were invited, old boy! booms a new voice. A shadow crosses my face as Max Tunguska - Lunatic-In-Extraordinary to the House Of Windsor – strolls into view. He’s come from the opposite direction and is the right way up, at least. The arch-genius wears a fresh crewcut, and a smirk that would startle a police horse. His tall, athletic figure is looking rather trim today; good grief, the piano must have hit me harder than I realised. Max waves a hand affably, Its okay, Roth, don’t get up.
I suspect this might tell us something! says an American voice. I have a vague impression of an envelope fluttering at the bottom my vision to the left of Max. It can only be the diminutive Eolist Petite. There’s a few seconds of clicks and clanks as she noisily erects her personal stepladders, and then Michigan’s finest edges into view. Just. The tiny redhead waves the envelope more clearly, This note was attached to the piano!
Well, the gang really is all here. Or are they? Is anyone missing?
With a rustle of paper and a louder slurping of coffee, Eolist finesses the letter open with one hand and hands it to Max. There’s a moment’s silence before he reads:
Indigo, congratulations on your 300th blog entry. I look forward to your next entry with keen interest! Regards, King. P.S. Duck!
Abbey smiles, It's so like him to remember! She's very fond of the old rogue. So am I, if I'm honest. The lion has class. If a questionable sense of surprises.
That handsome alpha feline is something, isn’t he? offers Eolist with obvious admiration. There’s a general rumble of agreement.
They seem to have forgotten me. I clear my throat.
Is it really three hundred entries? Wow, Max issues a whistle, oblivious to my plight, That's a lot.
No kidding, adds Eolist. Though of course, that 30 Days Of Roth series made for some fast re-runs that would have pushed that number up.
The pair nod and hmmm. Max looks sideways at her.
It's lucky we’re here to provide a bit of extra colour and necessary exposition; he waves my way, Roth's not that talkative right now.
The Dinky Dynamo seems to consider this, but then looks down as brief series of creaks heralds the arrival of Yavin at the top of the stepladders. They stand together; I’d forgotten how similar in height they are. Hey, Yavin. Ms. Petite pops a kiss on his nose; the badger's eyes wrinkle and he cheeses happily as he puffs on his pipe.
I cough a little louder. Max glances my way, and looks at me guiltily. Right, he says definitely, we should get the piano off Roth right away. Finally! Some action. My friend sighs, If only Bear were here.
Of course, it’s Bear that’s missing. The seven-foot black bear would have this off me in a trice, and would probably throw in some words of wisdom. He never fails to illuminate me.
I can see him in the distance. He’s heading this way. I can hear a rich growling baritone giving a familiar Stevie Wonder tune a welcome airing.
He won’t get any dialogue, whispers Max, we’ve run out of the usual colours.
I scream in frustration as much as pain. I love these people, but they’re so damned odd all the time. And I laugh, despite myself.
I guess I’m always in good company.
Well, I shan't forget this day in a hurry, I grumble, to myself as much as anyone else. There's a faint scent of burning martyr.
Oh Indy, purrs Abbey, you know how Kingy is; he adores you secretly. He knows you can handle yourself in a scrape.
Or a squash, I mutter sourly as she continues.
And besides, you love a good joke! I’m struggling to see the funny side, but I’m suddenly jolted back to reality as the piano starts to rock. I curse and struggle to look up. Ah. The young badgers Hoth, Sollust and their sister Dantoo have appeared, and are bouncing on the exposed piano strings. It’s musically painful.
I turn back to Abbey. You realise OW I was OW nearly killed, right?
Abbey leans close and gently kisses me on the forehead.
Nearly is the same as Not, honey. She sounds grateful, which is something.
I cough. I'll let my ribs know, thank you.
She giggles and touches her nose. It's quite endearing.
I forget my name.
Stay put. We'll have you out in time for entry 301.
Indigo
This blog entry is dedicated to everyone who reads this.
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Saturday, July 21, 2012
Making A Reasonable Argument
It's been a day of intrigue here in Cambridge.
King - our resident lion, connoisseur of zebras, and stealer of neckties - is an ambassador at the British Embassy. And occasionally he brings his work home with him.
This morning, I awoke to find him in my living room with the head of state for Antarctica, The Penguin Kaiser "Free Willy" Wilhelm.
(Worth a click to check out his uniform)
After some introductions, I expressed my surprise, as I felt sure Antarctica was a nationless continent. The little old rockhopper gave me the red-eye and declared in a heavy Germanic accent, that:
Ve are a new nation, ja? Many have staked a claim to der continent, but who iz bedder to claim zovereignty zan der indigenous inhabitants?
This seemed an entirely reasonable argument. And as a penguin, he seemed entirely representative. He continued:
Ve vill soon take our place on der vorld stage. Ve are an expanding nation, and at some point, ve vill need lebensraum!
I frowned, trying to remember this word. King stepped in and translated it for me as "living room".
A few minutes later, after a flurry of Teutonic curses, I had the house to myself again; King had exited with his colleague, to escort him back to his Embassy.
I'm a reasonable guy.
And I'm always happy to greet new people in my home.
But nobody messes with my living room.
Indigo
Dedicated to my old mate Dominic Shine
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King - our resident lion, connoisseur of zebras, and stealer of neckties - is an ambassador at the British Embassy. And occasionally he brings his work home with him.
This morning, I awoke to find him in my living room with the head of state for Antarctica, The Penguin Kaiser "Free Willy" Wilhelm.
(Worth a click to check out his uniform)
After some introductions, I expressed my surprise, as I felt sure Antarctica was a nationless continent. The little old rockhopper gave me the red-eye and declared in a heavy Germanic accent, that:
Ve are a new nation, ja? Many have staked a claim to der continent, but who iz bedder to claim zovereignty zan der indigenous inhabitants?
This seemed an entirely reasonable argument. And as a penguin, he seemed entirely representative. He continued:
Ve vill soon take our place on der vorld stage. Ve are an expanding nation, and at some point, ve vill need lebensraum!
I frowned, trying to remember this word. King stepped in and translated it for me as "living room".
A few minutes later, after a flurry of Teutonic curses, I had the house to myself again; King had exited with his colleague, to escort him back to his Embassy.
I'm a reasonable guy.
And I'm always happy to greet new people in my home.
But nobody messes with my living room.
Indigo
Dedicated to my old mate Dominic Shine
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Friday, July 20, 2012
The Butler Didn't Do It
Sometimes, you get a break just when you need one.
It's October 2010. After some very stressful weeks getting important stuff done*, I was delighted to be invited to one of Bear's parties. He's just got engaged to his girlfriend Clarice, and I can think of no better reason to celebrate. Anyway, the pair of them love an excuse to dress up, so they decided to hold a murder-mystery party based on CLUEDO/CLUE.
[*Vague, I know.]
I just got back. Here's a picture of us, all dolled up.
(The picture's worth a click, there's tons of detail.)
From left to right:
Colonel Bear Mustard - The lad himself. Trust him to nab the best costume opportunity. But he carries it off magnificently, don't you think? The moustache was a nice touch; I can just see him sipping a gin and tonic in Poonah, India during the Reign of Victoria. And trust me, this fella can roar like a general.
Miss Clarice Peacock - Bear's beautiful fiancée. An American bear, originally from the deep woods in Augusta, Georgia. She'd not played the game before, so I explained that we were there to solve the murder of Doctor Black. For added realism, King provided a dead zebra, which he declared was Dr. Black-White, a close relative. I thought he'd never stop laughing.
Professor Indigo Plum - I dug out one of Uncle Idaho's old smoking jackets. I think he'd been smoking kippers in it. There was still one in the pocket, in fact. Luckily, there was time to dry clean it, else I'd never have got a date. On which subject...
Miss Abbey Scarlet - My lovely next door neighbour, and date for the evening. Blonde today, in a simple red t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Bare feet, as ever. Not exactly pulling out all the stops on the costume front, but every time she spoke to me I forgot my name.
Reverend iDifficult Green - Taking time off from invading Bolivia in a submarine, 'Difficult brought his own murder weapons along. I salute him; when he method acts, this guy goes deep. Of course, the Reverend's attire is his own. He's diverse.
"Mrs" T-101 White - A late addition to the party. This decommissioned Terminator has been in the shed for a while, but agreed to cross-dress to play the cook and make up the boy/girl ratio. He rather liked the idea, actually, and already had his own pig-tailed wig. Worrying. The chef's apron was another late addition; we didn't want to frighten the horses.
We had a lot of fun.
And the butler didn't do it.
It turned out it was iDifficult in the Garden with the Bazooka.
Some things never change.
Indigo
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It's October 2010. After some very stressful weeks getting important stuff done*, I was delighted to be invited to one of Bear's parties. He's just got engaged to his girlfriend Clarice, and I can think of no better reason to celebrate. Anyway, the pair of them love an excuse to dress up, so they decided to hold a murder-mystery party based on CLUEDO/CLUE.
[*Vague, I know.]
I just got back. Here's a picture of us, all dolled up.
(The picture's worth a click, there's tons of detail.)
From left to right:
Colonel Bear Mustard - The lad himself. Trust him to nab the best costume opportunity. But he carries it off magnificently, don't you think? The moustache was a nice touch; I can just see him sipping a gin and tonic in Poonah, India during the Reign of Victoria. And trust me, this fella can roar like a general.
Miss Clarice Peacock - Bear's beautiful fiancée. An American bear, originally from the deep woods in Augusta, Georgia. She'd not played the game before, so I explained that we were there to solve the murder of Doctor Black. For added realism, King provided a dead zebra, which he declared was Dr. Black-White, a close relative. I thought he'd never stop laughing.
Professor Indigo Plum - I dug out one of Uncle Idaho's old smoking jackets. I think he'd been smoking kippers in it. There was still one in the pocket, in fact. Luckily, there was time to dry clean it, else I'd never have got a date. On which subject...
Miss Abbey Scarlet - My lovely next door neighbour, and date for the evening. Blonde today, in a simple red t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Bare feet, as ever. Not exactly pulling out all the stops on the costume front, but every time she spoke to me I forgot my name.
Reverend iDifficult Green - Taking time off from invading Bolivia in a submarine, 'Difficult brought his own murder weapons along. I salute him; when he method acts, this guy goes deep. Of course, the Reverend's attire is his own. He's diverse.
"Mrs" T-101 White - A late addition to the party. This decommissioned Terminator has been in the shed for a while, but agreed to cross-dress to play the cook and make up the boy/girl ratio. He rather liked the idea, actually, and already had his own pig-tailed wig. Worrying. The chef's apron was another late addition; we didn't want to frighten the horses.
We had a lot of fun.
And the butler didn't do it.
It turned out it was iDifficult in the Garden with the Bazooka.
Some things never change.
Indigo
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Thursday, July 19, 2012
* Gravity Takes Hold Again
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Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Keeping A Low Profile
Sometime you just have to play the hand you're dealt.
Max didn't say where or indeed when we were when he dropped me off earlier today. He even advised me to not ask anyone I bumped into.
Keep a low profile, he said, I'll be back for you soon.
I trust Max, so I'm sure it's for my own good.
This is a weird hotel. Still, a quick trip to the bar can't hurt, right?
You know, I'd swear that's iconic actor Joe Turkel behind the bar.
Maybe this guy next to me knows?
No, wait. I'd best take Max's advice.
I'm not going to ask.
Indigo
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Max didn't say where or indeed when we were when he dropped me off earlier today. He even advised me to not ask anyone I bumped into.
Keep a low profile, he said, I'll be back for you soon.
I trust Max, so I'm sure it's for my own good.
This is a weird hotel. Still, a quick trip to the bar can't hurt, right?
You know, I'd swear that's iconic actor Joe Turkel behind the bar.
Maybe this guy next to me knows?
No, wait. I'd best take Max's advice.
I'm not going to ask.
Indigo
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Tuesday, July 17, 2012
* Always A Cause To Dream
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Monday, July 16, 2012
* And Fifty Years From Now
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Sunday, July 15, 2012
Yet Another Beginning
Someone just asked me what Eolist Blend (TM) espresso is.
All I have to offer in reply is this sneak-peak of an advert which will be seen in all unfashionable magazines and out-of-the-way billboards any day now.
Good grief, you don't want this in the hands of the general public, do you?
[Definitely worth a click. Lots of cool detail.]
Yes, my best buds Max Tunguska, Eolist Petite and myself are finally going into business together.
Yet another beginning!
I think it's safe to say that we won't be falling asleep on the job.
Or blinking.
Dedicated with great affection to The Dinky Dynamo, Eolist Petite.
Indigo
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All I have to offer in reply is this sneak-peak of an advert which will be seen in all unfashionable magazines and out-of-the-way billboards any day now.
Good grief, you don't want this in the hands of the general public, do you?
[Definitely worth a click. Lots of cool detail.]
Yes, my best buds Max Tunguska, Eolist Petite and myself are finally going into business together.
Yet another beginning!
I think it's safe to say that we won't be falling asleep on the job.
Or blinking.
Dedicated with great affection to The Dinky Dynamo, Eolist Petite.
Indigo
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Saturday, July 14, 2012
* Another Outbreak Of Threes
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* All The Time In The World
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Thursday, July 12, 2012
Her Words Are Swept Away
Bodega Bay is a picturesque little fishing village in northern California.
It's August 2008, and myself and the dinky dynamo Eolist have stopped here for a spot of lunch and a photo opportunity. It's quite a find for us; apparently they filmed a famous movie here once.
As I pose for the camera in front of the old schoolhouse and its playground, Eolist starts shouting and pointing. I frown and try to listen, but her words are swept away by the wind blowing down the hill.
Am I standing bland? I do forget to smile sometimes. I pose harder.
My friend continues to wave and shout.
Is my tie not straight?
Indigo
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It's August 2008, and myself and the dinky dynamo Eolist have stopped here for a spot of lunch and a photo opportunity. It's quite a find for us; apparently they filmed a famous movie here once.
As I pose for the camera in front of the old schoolhouse and its playground, Eolist starts shouting and pointing. I frown and try to listen, but her words are swept away by the wind blowing down the hill.
Am I standing bland? I do forget to smile sometimes. I pose harder.
My friend continues to wave and shout.
Is my tie not straight?
Indigo
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Wednesday, July 11, 2012
The Stickiest Of Five
They say a picture paints a thousand words.
My best friend, the arch-genius Max Tunguska *, dropped in on Sunday afternoon for a cup of coffee and a cake. As ever, it was great to see him, and it got even better; as we sipped our EolistBlend (TM) espressos and nibbled on a brace of amaretto über-eclairs, Yavin popped by.
[ * Max writes a terrifically loony blog. Click! This week? Scratch and sniff character cards, including the Squiddrel. Go check him out, he's daft.]
It's so rare to get a snap of these two together, and I didn't miss my chance.
Yes, the two brightest minds this side of the badger-built Ernest Borgnine Transatlantic Memorial Bridge. **
[ ** Top Secret. Tho worm futures are buoyant, so word may be leaking out. ]
The pair were consulted on the recent Higgs Boson discovery. Yavin's crew had dug the perfect circle of the Geneva CERN tunnel without instruments, and Max's groundbreaking work with Quantum Caramel Condensates made him a prime candidate for the hardware; he knocked it up in Shed Four (now the stickiest of five) in his back garden over a long weekend.
When the CERN team made the final breakthrough, with Dr. Tunguska still grumbling that he'd practically had to point their collective experimental noses at one, Yavin was so moved as to award Max the highest honour that can be bestowed upon a non-badger:
The Order Of The Clan.
Max is now an honorary badger.
And as a result, can get all the worms he can eat.
Remind me not to go over for homemade chili.
Indigo
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My best friend, the arch-genius Max Tunguska *, dropped in on Sunday afternoon for a cup of coffee and a cake. As ever, it was great to see him, and it got even better; as we sipped our EolistBlend (TM) espressos and nibbled on a brace of amaretto über-eclairs, Yavin popped by.
[ * Max writes a terrifically loony blog. Click! This week? Scratch and sniff character cards, including the Squiddrel. Go check him out, he's daft.]
It's so rare to get a snap of these two together, and I didn't miss my chance.
Yes, the two brightest minds this side of the badger-built Ernest Borgnine Transatlantic Memorial Bridge. **
[ ** Top Secret. Tho worm futures are buoyant, so word may be leaking out. ]
The pair were consulted on the recent Higgs Boson discovery. Yavin's crew had dug the perfect circle of the Geneva CERN tunnel without instruments, and Max's groundbreaking work with Quantum Caramel Condensates made him a prime candidate for the hardware; he knocked it up in Shed Four (now the stickiest of five) in his back garden over a long weekend.
When the CERN team made the final breakthrough, with Dr. Tunguska still grumbling that he'd practically had to point their collective experimental noses at one, Yavin was so moved as to award Max the highest honour that can be bestowed upon a non-badger:
The Order Of The Clan.
Max is now an honorary badger.
And as a result, can get all the worms he can eat.
Remind me not to go over for homemade chili.
Indigo
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With An Elastic Boink
Odd is as odd does. Or so my mother always told me.
I'm sitting on the dew-soaked, grassy river bank with my great amigo, the renowned scientist, philanthropist and loony, Dr. Max Tunguska. It's a cool July day, grey and overcast, and there's a mist of thin drizzle in the air. The great man has his bare feet in the cool water, and is currently fiddling with his fishing rod.
So, Roth! he enthuses, How did that 30 Days Of Roth nonsense work out for you?
His slow, measured backward swing reverses with a flash of the wrist; it looks like it'll go a long way. And it does. The distance is good, but the heavy distant plop indicates that it's wide of the target. Max starts to wind it in, a wonderful quiet ratchetting that reminds me of dragonflies for some reason.
A lone duck cruises by, seemingly oblivious to us.
It's was pretty successful, thanks! I mutter carefully as I flash a fast-but-not-quite-accurate cast into the river. I miss my goal - some ten yards away - by a good twelve inches. Damn. I reel in the wet line and rapidly sinking hook to try again.
Met any nice folk? You know, new friends? His next cast fouls in the back of his collar, and he reaches back with a sigh to untangle the hook.
Well, I picked up just two new followers on the blog itself, I say without disappointment, but my general traffic was spiked for the entire month, and I met a load of new people who seemed to enjoy it.
What, like on Facebook? He's retrieved the hook, which is now firmly embedded in his thumb.
Yeah. Friends of friends, mostly. Lots of folk LIKED the entries and there were quite a few SHAREs. A dozen new readers, maybe? I grin, pleased with my booty. Real nice people. Considering where I started, I call that a good result overall.
The sun breaks through the clouds and we enjoy a brief moment of warmth.
Yep, hisses Dr. Tunguska, sucking his bleeding digit, you never know when that vital connection will come. Six degrees of separation and all that. He lets fly again, and within a second he growls and clickety-clicks in the wayward line. You could go viral at any moment, mate.
I have no idea what that means, but it sounds jolly exciting.
A kingfisher flashes past, a blue green dart that somehow feels like a good omen. I grunt a knowledgeable agreement, bluffing, and let heave another long cast towards one of the distant floats.
The line whizzes from the spool.
There is no accompanying plop.
Hey, I got one! I cheer, standing awkwardly. My knees creak; there are times I feel far older than my forty three years.
Which one is it?! ask Max, excitedly, also rising.
Not. Sure. I reel furiously, but the heavy weight of my quarry tests the line and my arm. Perhaps it's not ready? But, after a minute's grunting and clicking, the inflated rubber ring that carries the square box touches the bank with an elastic boink.
Kneeling, I flip open the lid, and I'm greeted with a hot waft of a delicious meaty aroma.
It's the Mighty Meaty! I reach into the box hungrily, and retrieve two slices of the piping hot pizza. Max pulls two cold cans of fizz from a submerged net tied to his big toe. He cracks each as we take out seats again, and I swap him one for a slice of heaven.
We clink our drinks, a silent toast.
I'm grateful for my good fortune, and the support of good friends.
It's looking like a nice day, mumbles my friend through a mouthful of crust, sauce, meat and cheese. The ninja jalapeños sizzle on my tongue and make my eyes water. Nice.
It usually does if you ignore the weather. Here's to the future.
If the pizza is to be believed, that future is looking tasty.
We'll fish for the other pizzas and the ice cream in a few minutes.
Odds are, when it comes to bizarre behaviour, we're pretty even.
But, even on average, we're odd.
Indigo
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I'm sitting on the dew-soaked, grassy river bank with my great amigo, the renowned scientist, philanthropist and loony, Dr. Max Tunguska. It's a cool July day, grey and overcast, and there's a mist of thin drizzle in the air. The great man has his bare feet in the cool water, and is currently fiddling with his fishing rod.
So, Roth! he enthuses, How did that 30 Days Of Roth nonsense work out for you?
His slow, measured backward swing reverses with a flash of the wrist; it looks like it'll go a long way. And it does. The distance is good, but the heavy distant plop indicates that it's wide of the target. Max starts to wind it in, a wonderful quiet ratchetting that reminds me of dragonflies for some reason.
A lone duck cruises by, seemingly oblivious to us.
It's was pretty successful, thanks! I mutter carefully as I flash a fast-but-not-quite-accurate cast into the river. I miss my goal - some ten yards away - by a good twelve inches. Damn. I reel in the wet line and rapidly sinking hook to try again.
Met any nice folk? You know, new friends? His next cast fouls in the back of his collar, and he reaches back with a sigh to untangle the hook.
Well, I picked up just two new followers on the blog itself, I say without disappointment, but my general traffic was spiked for the entire month, and I met a load of new people who seemed to enjoy it.
What, like on Facebook? He's retrieved the hook, which is now firmly embedded in his thumb.
Yeah. Friends of friends, mostly. Lots of folk LIKED the entries and there were quite a few SHAREs. A dozen new readers, maybe? I grin, pleased with my booty. Real nice people. Considering where I started, I call that a good result overall.
The sun breaks through the clouds and we enjoy a brief moment of warmth.
Yep, hisses Dr. Tunguska, sucking his bleeding digit, you never know when that vital connection will come. Six degrees of separation and all that. He lets fly again, and within a second he growls and clickety-clicks in the wayward line. You could go viral at any moment, mate.
I have no idea what that means, but it sounds jolly exciting.
A kingfisher flashes past, a blue green dart that somehow feels like a good omen. I grunt a knowledgeable agreement, bluffing, and let heave another long cast towards one of the distant floats.
The line whizzes from the spool.
There is no accompanying plop.
Hey, I got one! I cheer, standing awkwardly. My knees creak; there are times I feel far older than my forty three years.
Which one is it?! ask Max, excitedly, also rising.
Not. Sure. I reel furiously, but the heavy weight of my quarry tests the line and my arm. Perhaps it's not ready? But, after a minute's grunting and clicking, the inflated rubber ring that carries the square box touches the bank with an elastic boink.
Kneeling, I flip open the lid, and I'm greeted with a hot waft of a delicious meaty aroma.
It's the Mighty Meaty! I reach into the box hungrily, and retrieve two slices of the piping hot pizza. Max pulls two cold cans of fizz from a submerged net tied to his big toe. He cracks each as we take out seats again, and I swap him one for a slice of heaven.
We clink our drinks, a silent toast.
I'm grateful for my good fortune, and the support of good friends.
It's looking like a nice day, mumbles my friend through a mouthful of crust, sauce, meat and cheese. The ninja jalapeños sizzle on my tongue and make my eyes water. Nice.
It usually does if you ignore the weather. Here's to the future.
If the pizza is to be believed, that future is looking tasty.
We'll fish for the other pizzas and the ice cream in a few minutes.
Odds are, when it comes to bizarre behaviour, we're pretty even.
But, even on average, we're odd.
Indigo
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Monday, July 09, 2012
* 30 Days Of Roth - Day 30
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Sunday, July 08, 2012
* 30 Days Of Roth - Day 29
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Saturday, July 07, 2012
* 30 Days Of Roth - Day 28
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Friday, July 06, 2012
* 30 Days Of Roth - Day 27
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Thursday, July 05, 2012
* 30 Days Of Roth - Day 26
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Wednesday, July 04, 2012
* 30 Days Of Roth - Day 25
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Tuesday, July 03, 2012
* 30 Days Of Roth - Day 24
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Monday, July 02, 2012
* 30 Days Of Roth - Day 23
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Sunday, July 01, 2012
* 30 Days Of Roth - Day 22
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