Monday, June 30, 2008

Bikes, bats and blokes dressed as ghosts

Things have been lively recently. Budd’s birthday bash and Laura’s Gypsy affair were both hilarious and produced some amusing photographs. I like the ‘Light Programme’ comedy look of the picture of me, Dave and Gareth.

This photo of Laura’s colander dance has a rather Braqueian quality to it I think. The light on the kitchen window and the positioning of the figures enhances the sense of abstraction and conveys exactly how drunk I felt – which is unusual.

I’ve attempted to draw a line under recent events by focusing on sport, fitness and work and I’ve really been enjoying myself. The Dragon Ride in Wales proved to be a real challenge but somehow the further in the past it gets the more fun it was.

Dave, Matt D and Matt H and I rode a killer 180km through South Wales and the Brecon Beacons on a stunning June day. I was clearly the least well prepared but I was pleased with myself for finishing our adapted 190km route (we got lost). I particularly enjoyed the flat sections where, riding in a group, we touched 30mph. It is easy in those situations to think you are riding like a pro. The hills proved otherwise and I hated some of the long slow climbs.

Nina has been attempting to teach me tennis and I was surprised that my hand-eye coordination is actually quite good. I seem to be able to hit the ball forehand and backhand and from the serve. My problem is control and direction (I have neither) and I managed to bury four balls in a bramble thicket last time out.

What amazes me is how physically demanding I find it. I think of myself as relatively fit but simple fact that tennis involves moving sideways (cycling and running being inherently ‘forward’ sports) seems to be crippling to the back and gluteal muscles. What is more the necessity of bringing my arms into ‘purposeful action’ gave me chest pains which made me think I was having a coronary. I really am enjoying it however and it has got to be doing me good.

As I noted back in the winter I fancied having a go at cricket and I did at least take part in a competitive match in the OU six-a-side tournament. This mostly involved running after balls but I regard the ambition as more or less achieved. Having tasted the action we then went to the Northants 20/20 game at Campbell Park to watch the pros do it properly and taste the beer – which was expensive.

I now have to focus on the serious goals of the year. I would like to record10km, half marathon and marathon personal bests.

Monday, June 02, 2008

Blackwell reading group

Back when the world was young and I was working at Blackwell Publishers (before it was Blackwell Publishing or Wiley Inc.) we had the idea to start a reading group worthy of our significant intellectual pretentions and capacious appetites for alcohol.

To this end, and like the United Kingdom, we developed an unwritten constitution to distinguish us from other middlebrow Oxford literary societies. We decided to focus on not focusing, to meet regularly, and to snorkel our way through short books of all the genres and sub genres of literature. Soullessly munching through the Booker Prize shortlist was not for us.

In back-forming a list of our books I see that we have read literary fiction, chick-lit, philosophy, poetry, classics, women’s erotica, travel, adventure, crime and psychology. As time has passed we have become less drunk and less combative but hopefully more also usefully analytical.

Here are the titles we can remember
Madam Bovary, Simone de Beauvoir
Dirty Weekend, Helen Zahavi
Henry James, A Turn of the Screw
Michael Moore, Stupid White Men
J.M.Coetzee, Disgrace
Miguel de Cervantes, Exemplary Stories
Evelyn Waugh , Decline and Fall
Thor Heyerdahl, Kon Tiki
Yukio Mishima, The Temple of the Golden Pavilion
E.L.Doctorow, Ragtime
Flann O'Brien, At Swim Two Birds
Knut Hamsun, Hunger
Graham Greene, The End of the Affair
David Guterson, Snow Falling on Cedars
Elfriede Jelinek, The Piano Teacher
Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own
Christina Lamb, The Africa House
Bernard Schlink, The Reader
W.B.Yeats, The Tower
Hugo Hamilton, The Speckled People
Alan Hollinghurst, The Swimming-Pool Library
John Banville, The Sea
J.G.Ballard, The Drowned World
Ian McEwan, Saturday
Plato, The Symposium
Oliver James, They F**k You Up
Yann Martel, Life of Pi
Magnus Mills, All Quiet on the Orient Express
Immanuel Kant, Perpetual Peace
Mick Brown, Spiritual Tourist
Joe Simpson, Touching the Void
Iain Banks, The Crow Road
J Lloyd and Rees, Come Together
Matthew Lewis, The Monk
Georges Bataille, Story of the Eye
Louis MacNeice, Autumn Journal
Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep
Tabitha Flyte, Coming round the mountain
Raymond Queneau, Zazie in the Metro
Maurice Blanchot, Death Sentence
James Ellroy, The Big Nowhere
Jorge Luis Borges, Labyrinths
Ian McEwan, Atonement
Thomas More, Utopia
James Meek, The People's Act of Love
R.J. Ellory, A Quiet Belief in Angels
Val McDermid, The Mermaids Singing
John McGahern, The Dark
Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing on the campaign trail of '72

Forthcoming books are:
Per Petterson, Out Stealing Horses
September 2008








Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale