The Results are Out!!!

Thes results of AISSE2008(whatever) are finally out.
And they have shocked as well as surprised everyone, just like me.
I could believe it that i wasnt even a little bit tense for the results the night before them.
Though i waked up all the damn' night (as the next day was a holiday and not the result)
I was Suffering from and Surfing the net late night downloading some movie... and creating an animation to pass my time...
But i couldnt beat the night and finally i slept at six to wake up again at eight to face my most loved thing converting itself to most hated thing while staring at the result that proved the statement "expect the unexpected" TRUE.

Now another shock stroke me as i mistakenly did some uselesss senselees registry change...(actually spybot asked and i answered randomly) just to find out that everytime i switched my computer on i was welcomed by my very own result and when i decided to swirch it off the same result bade me goodbye...
If anyone can help please comment...
till then watch the animation i made the night before the result.

Ireland

I have been to County Clare in the Republic of Ireland many times but never before at this time of year when Spring is well-advanced and The Burren's limestone landscape is punctuated by flowers. I walked on Slieve Elva, looking westwards to the Arran Isles - Inisheer, Inishmaan, Inishmore. Exotic Irish names but all they mean is - small island, middle island and big island. Above all, I held little Cait in my arms and sang "Bobby Shafto" to her as Seamus dug the trench in which he will embed the new foxproof chicken coop fence and Katie made tea in the tiny kitchen of their little barn house - between Kilfenora and Kilshanny. Some pictures:-

Nature finds its niches in the limestone... Graveyard view on the road from Cahersherkin to Ennistymon... Seamus and Cait... The view from Fanore to Inisheer - West Coast of Clare...

Memeland

Hurrah! Hurrah! Another meme! Any visitors to this blog are welcome to copy and paste it and have a go at this particular meme in their own way. And thanks to David in Kiwiland for passing it on. There's nothing like a good meme to get the juices flowing! By the way, I am writing this in Cahersherkin, County Clare, Ireland - where my brother Paul lives with his Josephine, Michael and Kevin.. and not far away Katie and Seamus with their new baby girl whose Irish name I cannot spell...

My ex... is so long ago and faraway that I can hardly remember her.

Maybe I should... lose some weight this summer... a stone would do for starters.

I love... eggs like the ones I have just had for my breakfast - from Katie's chicken coop. The yokes are literally golden and the white stays together instead of spreading out like a pancake in the pan.

People would say... that I am serious and intelligent but secretly I love silliness and unexpected cock-ups and I see types of intelligence in everyone I meet.

I don't understand... why anyone would follow any religion as this medieval nastiness gets in the way of real life and causes untold misery.

When I wake up in the morning... I wish that I had gone to bed earlier.

I lost... my heart in San Francisco.

Life is full of... twists and turns, highs and lows, words and sentences.

My past is... partly what made me who I am today.

I get annoyed when... I see drivers using mobile phones and that includes texting while driving.

Parties are... about standing as close to the kitchen as you can because that is usually where the booze will be.

I wish... that I had enough money to stop working and could travel where ever I wished to go.

Dogs... are generally smelly, they bark, they bite and mostly I don't like them.

Cats... are free spirits and I often wonder what exactly they get upto at night.

Tomorrow... I will be flying back to England from Shannon Airport.

I have low tolerance... of big-headed morons who think that they have "made it" just because they have money in the bank and flash cars in the driveway.

If I had a million dollars... I would travel all over the world...to Spitzbergen, Papua New Guinea, Buenos Aires, The Bay of Plenty and Hull.

I'm totally terrified... of serious injury or death in a car accident and then not being able to rewind the tape in order to avoid the collision.

Meme done I am now off to Ennistymon to do some shopping for tonight's dinner. Then I'll be driving on to Katie's house. We're going to Lahinch for lunch with the great niece whose name is spelt Cait though in Irish it is not pronounced Kate - more like Porsche with a C at the beginning... Here she is on the day she was born...

Join The Queue

Monday we went to see the new Indiana Jones film- The Kingdom Of The Crystal Skull. I have to say it's the first time in a long while I've had to wait in a queue for over an hour just to get into a film. I guess being a Public Holiday and the tipping rain didn't help matters.

As for the film itself I thought it was pretty good with action all the way. Obviously the action has been moved into the cold war era to allow for the fact the main actors are looking older but to be honest I felt the intervening years since The Last Crusade had vanished, while this one was playing out. The Soviets made for a nice foe to replace the Nazis but perhaps more could have been made of the cold war reds-in-the-bed paranoia those of us too young to remember it have heard so much about? And what of that iconic series logo, where did it go?

Fans of The X-Files, who are looking forward to that new film, should enjoy Indy 4 LOL.

Celebration

Yesterday, Shirley and I returned to Hull for the victory celebrations. Along with 50,000 others gathered in Victoria Square, we welcomed The Tigers home and sang their praises. The match winning hero, Hull lad Dean Windass - climbed over the safety barrier on the City Hall balcony to stand bravely on the narrow parapet with the Play Off Final trophy held aloft in his outstretched arms. No wonder entrpreneurial T-shirt sellers had produced hundreds of Superman shirts with "Windass 9" on the back. This was undoubtedly the biggest single day in Hull's history since the city was badly bombed by the German Luftwaffe during World War II. The city of Hull has had so many knocks in recent years. This sporting success has already given the city a tremendous lift. To see scenes of the victory celebrations click on the link below:-

http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/football/7420786.stm

And here are the scenes at Wembley as Dean Windass struck the winning goal:-

http://www.thisishullandeastriding.co.uk/video.html?id=2336

Three of my own pictures:-

Victoria surveys the uncouth masses.

"Hull Daily Mail" news vendor in his booth with stacks of souvenir editions.

On the balcony of The City Hall, Chairman Paul Duffen and manager Phil Brown hold the trophy aloft.

Opposites

Many days we live are unremarkable and we forget them. Other days are chiselled in one's memory forever - such as your wedding day, the day your first child was born, winning a prize, securing a job promotion. But rarely are such days like the buses that we wait for - two coming along at once. But that's how it was for me yesterday. At six thirty in the morning, the phone rang. It was Shirley's sister, Carolyn, announcing that their mother Winnie had taken a turn for the worse and had died a few minutes earlier. Although the Big C had weakened her and driven her to her bed, death was certainly not expected this quickly.

And so it was that I set out to Wembley on my own. I managed to offload Shirley's rail ticket by handing it to a medical student who was London bound. I learnt her whole twenty three year long life story but she learnt nothing of mine - the conversational tennis was all one way traffic. So I was glad when by Leicester she retreated to her headphones and laptop.

At Kings Cross I was fretting. Watching everybody who disembarked from every train. With no mobile phone, I couldn't easily contact Tony and Fiona who were coming to London from Hull with my precious ticket - now worth the princely sum of £196! (2x£98). Their train had been repeatedly delayed and arrived at the station an hour late. Phew!

Tube to Liverpool St. Scurry to the Travelodge. Back on the tube to Wembley Park. Then out into the sunshine of Wembley Way. The great arch of the new Wembley beckoned us like Mecca - and I don't mean the bingo halls of that name! The black and amber army were on the move.

Yorkshire Pudding with Fiona on Wembley Way

By our turnstiles, I tried to sell Shirley's ticket for twenty minutes but it was futile so I gave up and ventured into our nation's finest football stadium. As an aside, might I just say that it is absolutely disgusting and wrong that a huge swathe of seats on one side of the pitch are essentially "owned" by corporate rich bastards who will often not even bother turning up for games. This is our national stadium for Christ's sake! And these empty seats provide the best view of the game in progress, situated as they are on the halfway line. Utterly disgraceful!

The game itself will be remembered for Dean Windass's fantastic volley ten minutes before halftime. The ball rocketed into the net and sent 37000 Hull fans into a state of sheer delirium. In the second half, Bristol City pressed hard but without a cutting edge up front. I was as nervous as hell, watching the minutes tick away. It seemed as if this was going to be our dream day but with all the misery and disappointment we have known over the years, I feared that failure would be snatched from the jaws of success until the referee blew his whistle and we had won! The greatest day in Hull City's history. The biggest prize in world football. The Premiership! Tears streamed down my cheeks and we hugged everyone around us - shaking hands, kissing, patting backs. We had bloody done it! The Tigers in the Premiership! I do not give a fig that we will struggle amongst the big boys next season. This was our day and nobody will ever take it from us. We are 'Ull! We are 'Ull! We are 'Ull!

As I said to Shirley in the morning - her mum's name was Winifred, Winnie - often shortened to Win. Win! It was auspicious and I dedicate that historical game to her memory. May she rest in peace forevermore.

Theatre

Took a trip out last night to see Oklahoma! at a local theatre. Had never been to a show at this theatre before despite it being practically on my doorstep. Quite remiss of me- it's a very good venue. Equally I can't believe I hadn't seen this Roger's and Hammerstein classic either despite my love of theatre. So two firsts in one night.

Admittedly this was an ameteur production by a local company of players although there was nothing ameteur about the production at all. Played out to a nearly packed out house, a good time was had by all.

Cancer

I am living the lonely bachelor lifestyle at home at the moment - self-sufficient with a big empty bed. Why? Shirley has gone east to be with her mother Winnie. To be blunt, she is dying of cancer - somewhere in the bowel region. Three weeks ago she had a cholostomy operation in Scunthorpe, then she went to an old folks' residential home near Gainsborough before electing to go home. Shirley and her sister had to physically carry her from the car into her bungalow.

Apparently, there wasn't much to carry - such has been her recent weight loss. Previously she was a big, healthy farmer's wife. Now she's skin and bone with no prospect of recovery. It's just a question of time. She's seventy eight.

I have known her for nigh on thirty years. She has always been most kind to me and a very decent person who has always lived within three miles of her birthplace - choosing to live a simple country life, raising a family by the River Trent where the family farm still stands - now owned by someone else. Her husband, Charlie, passed away seven years ago - also a victim of cancer. Neither of them ever smoked or drank. They ate healthily, looked after themselves and took exercise. That's the Big C for you. You never know for sure where it will strike. Thankfully, Winnie is not in pain.

I will be picking Ian up and driving over to The Isle of Axholme to see Winnie tomorrow evening - very possibly for the last time. Shirley remains determined to come down to London for the Championship final but will of course stay with her mother if death appears imminent. The people at her health centre have been great in allowing her as much paid compassionate leave as she needs.

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Coming, Going And Staying Put

Steve Coppell announced yesterday he is staying at Reading FC for next season. Bit of a no-brainer really that one. There aren't many clubs that get relegated but the owner, team and most of the fans want the manager to stay on. He's done some really good work at Reading: taking them from a middle ranked team in the Chamionship to 8th in the Premiership in the 06/07 season. Not a bad record in my book. Let's hope the new season will be a good one.

Also yesterday Russell T Davis has announced he is to step down as Executive Producer of Doctor Who from next year. Davis is widely acknowleged for being responsible for the success of the new series but has said he is now looking forward to being once again a fan and viewer.

Award winning writer Steven Moffat will take over for series 5, set to be screened in 2010. Moffat already has a number of acclaimed Doctor Who scripts under his belt, including The Empty Child and The Girl in the Fireplace (Hugo awards for each) and Blink (Bafta award 2008).

Just Like Buses...

... You wait for ages and three posts come along in one day.
















Mum met with one the Oncologists today. The news is a little sobering: they don't feel at this stage chemotherapy will be on any benefit and will likely make her ill. The hospital team feel it would be preferable to concentrate on managing her pain and ensuring her quality of life.

They plan another scan on the spine and liver so they can keep an eye on things.

Just so you know.

Work In Progress

Two posts in one day? Surely not!

Meant to post these last week, to prove I haven't been a complete slouch at college of late. This is my latest WIP: part thrown, part coiled. Assuming it withstands firing this coming week, I'll have to think long and hard regarding glaze colours and decoration.

Whoops!

Instead of swimming we spent a good chunk of Saturday in Accident and Emergency, the rest feeling sorry for ourselves.

In his excitement, Little Lad went flying on some concrete flagstones and bashed his head. He doesn't normally complain too much when he falls, thank goodness, but on this occasion he was in a lot of pain and made sure we all knew. One x-ray, a nurse, doctor and consultant later he was pronounced fit to go home: no fractures just a penny sized area on his forehead where the tissue got compressed against his skull.

So now he has an impressive bruise to go with the spots. LOL.

Walls

This morning I walked in my secret valley - by Blackamoor on the southern outskirts of Sheffield. It was deliberately for exercise - to get the heart racing and to break sweat - but it was also a lovely walk. So many bluebells and delicate wood anenomes in the dappled light of the beech grove and by the dancing brook aimed distantly for the sea. Heather, sweet gorse and may blossom and, along the way - so many gorgeous stone walls.

Perhaps when I was younger, I would never have taken much notice of old stone walls but now I look at them as if appreciating an art form. Many are very old - going back perhaps five hundred years - and some are very roughly assembled, while others are intricately arranged in layers, the joints so narrow you'd find it difficult to slide a coin in them. Around Sheffield there is so much lovely stone - various shades of limestone and hard sandstone, often in rough hewn chunks but sometimes expertly shaped and the natural colours vary subtly. Added to this there are the plants and mosses that bond with the stones - finding their ecological niches.

Dry-stone walls - a little appreciated art form.

I often think of the men who made these walls and the times they lived in when life was slower and survival was harder. I picture them labouring away, arranging the stones gradually like geological jigsaw puzzles in "The Krypton Factor", breaking sweat and stopping to rest, swigging bottles of pure stream water, devouring rough hewn hunks of bread. Their hands gnarled and calloused from years of patient wall-building. Undoubtedly they had no sense of themselves as artists but they have left behind a beautiful legacy the like of which no wire or wooden fence could hope to emulate in a million years.

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Wembley

From Boothferry to Wembley

We'll keep the Hull flag flying high!

Elton John! Johnny Barnes! Joy Batchelor! Graham Taylor! Michael Bentine! Luther Blissett! We gave your lads a helluva beating!

May 14th 2008 - Hull City 4 Watford 1 - and we are on our way to Wembley for the first time in our rather unremarkable history. Victory at Wembley will take us to the top flight for the very first time and if we get there, when we get there, it will for me be the fulfilment of a boyhood dream - one that I never really expected to come true.

For I have travelled countless miles to support The Tigers - shivered at Scunthorpe, Grimsby and Belle Vue in Doncaster, got pissed on as I pissed in the stinking nineteenth century urinals at Chesterfield, witnessed so many false dawns as our team hovered up and down in the lower leagues. From Shrewsbury to Huddersfield and from Wimbledon to Port Vale I suffered, gristle pie after polystyrene Bovril, from Stoke to Derby, Tottenham to York City, Bournemouth, Peterborough, Ayresome Park, Burnden Park, Bradford City, Leeds, Bramall Lane, Hillsborough, Rotherham's canyon of death, Spotland in Rochdale and once in the "theatre of dreams"where they only opened one turnstile to ensure we missed the first ten minutes of a match in which United crushed us 5-0. The real footballing world has been my oyster for forty five years - no jet black Porsches or silver Mercedes, no exotically named French Africans or Serbs, just The Tigers rising and falling like the sea as the years passed and hope of reaching the promised land seemed to disappear like boats in the grey Humber rain.

All that lies between us and paradise now is Bristol and our fear. Please wish us well. I will be there at Wembley in my tiger stripe underpants, roaring the lads on. Who are ye? Who are ye? We are Ull! We are Ull! We are Ull! It's only football but if feels like life itself.

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