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Showing posts with label May Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label May Day. Show all posts

Monday, 6 May 2019

Damage Limitation

Sunday brings the final match of the football season, naturally with an irritating 12:30 lunch time kick off, and all Derby have to do to make the Play Offs is to win. Not so easy perhaps when their opponents are fourth place West Bromwich Albion and that scenario isn’t looking likely with the score at 1-1 with only twenty minutes to go. However two late goals see Derby through to a Play Off with Leeds.


Monday is the May Day Bank Holiday and is the day of my inadvisable half marathon, the Great Northern Half in Mickleover, but if I’m doing the Windermere Marathon in two weeks time I need to do some training, however inadvisable. It is run by Huub and is possibly the dullest race you’ll ever do but it’s shockingly popular. At least it usually is when it’s run in March when there’s not a lot on. Having it in May, when there are more races on, means it hasn’t proved quite as popular.

There is a 10k option which L does. It’s the same course as mine but just the one lap!

I take it steady, in a damage limitation exercise, and run it at marathon (e.g. two hour) pace. Which goes well for ten miles, so I decide to up the pace for the last three and come in at 1:54:08 but I’ll probably regret it tomorrow.

We have a sneaky pint afterwards in the Nags Head before going out in the evening. First to the Crafty Crow then to the posh World Service for a meal. Which is very nice but probably not as nice as it should be.

(Monday 6th May)

Sunday, 6 May 2018

Last Rites To The Football Season, Perhaps

I go to the start of the 10k with L and check out the start of the Women’s Elite race before wishing her luck and heading off to get the train home. 

I get off in Derby for the last match of season, a lunchtime kick off against Barnsley. Derby need just a draw to take a play off place where as Barnsley need some sort of result to stay up. That also depends on what Burton Albion do. Burton need Derby to win and if they do then even a draw might keep them up. At first it goes well for both with Derby winning and Burton drawing but it doesn’t last. Ultimately Burton lose and go down along with Barnsley as Derby win to secure a play off match with Fulham.

We’re still not back at work on Monday as we have the May Day Bank Holiday and we spend a night out in Nottingham at Iberico Tapas who have decided to open on the Sundays before the two bank holidays in May. This is one of my favourite restaurants and they have a special deal on for those two nights, so what’s not to like. The meal out serves as a sort of double birthday treat, for mine the other week and for L’s this coming week.

(Sunday 6th May)

Monday, 1 May 2017

Good For Age

May Day Bank Holiday Monday.

This morning we both enter the London Marathon ballot, not that this means very much. Last year 247,000 people applied for one of the 17,000 places, which is a success rate of around 7%. Of course you could stump up for one of the 15,000 charity places or run fast enough to qualify for one of the 6,000 ‘Good For Age’ places, where you have to hit a particular age specific qualifying time in another marathon. This is my long term goal e.g. perhaps when I’m 70 to still be fit enough to break 5 hours, which is the qualifying time for that age. Of course they will have probably revised it downwards by then. The qualifying time for a 50 year old man is 3:20, of which I have no chance.

Tonight my parents, my brother and his family, L’s parents and Daughter join me for my birthday celebration meal at Mr Man’s Chinese in Wollaton, which is our local restaurant. It all goes well and I get a few more presents including the traditional birthday balloon. Oh no.


(Monday 1st May)

Monday, 5 May 2014

The Morning After The Night Before



May Day bank holiday today, so we treat it like a Sunday. The morning after the night before etc. 

I take the dogs on the park but then there’s one thing that doesn’t usually happen on a bank holiday, dog training. Despite a full day on his paws, MD’s not too bad.

(Monday 5th May)

Monday, 6 May 2013

The Proposal On The Table



Good old May Day delivers us with a lie in. There was a proposal on the table concerning a run at Woodhouse Eaves... but we both agree to forget about that.

A late park session also turns out to be short one due to a Military Re-enactment taking place as part of the May Day Fête, which Doggo does not wish to become part of.

Then it’s a afternoon of gardening... sadly it needed to be done. Grass cutting and grass seeding is of course interspersed with ball throwing/kicking for the dogs. MD also manages to play with the hose pipe. Gardening and dogs do not mix.

There is dog training tonight though. We don’t usually train on a bank holiday but the trainer is away for the rest of the month and as we’re all free, it seemed a good opportunity. Although after all his endeavours today I’m surprised MD has the energy but he seems to cope.

(Monday 6th May)

Monday, 7 May 2012

Under Fire

It’s a Bank Holiday today and chance to get our breath back after Helsinki.

I take the boys on Wollaton Park where some May Day fair is taking place. This includes some sort of battle re-enactment complete with cannons, which issue forth some rather loud explosions. Blanks I hope but all the same Doggo is not well pleased. A warning sign on the gates along the lines of ‘beware loud explosions might cause your dog to bolt at short notice’ might have been in order. MD however, doesn’t seem to notice anything unusual and gets rather annoyed about the break in our ball games as I attempt to cover Doggo’s eyes and ears, whilst shuffling him gently towards the exit gate.

In the evening we go out to celebrate L’s birthday which is tomorrow. We head into town without a precise plan. We have a pleasant drink in the Ropewalk and then another in the Major Oak. Daughter says she’ll come down and join us when we’ve stopped doing normal things, by which I think she means drinking in bars, as opposed to park benches or somebody’s bedsit. Clearly we are well out of touch.

We are certainly well out of touch about which is the best Thai restaurant in Nottingham. We had decided to go for a romantic meal for three at the Pretty Orchid which always was the best Thai restaurant in Nottingham and has been over the years one of my favourite places to attempt to impress and/or woo many a gullible young lady into a shallow relationship with me (pre-L of course), usually without success.

Seemingly it’s not the best Thai restaurant in Nottingham any more. It’s shutdown and boarded up. Damn and how sad.

Instead we stick with the Thai theme and go to the terribly named ‘Thailand No 1’. The place used to be called ‘Siam Thani’ but its new names makes you think it’s going to be to Thai food what Nandos is to chicken but actually it’s really nice. The food is great and they have the posh-est looking menu and napkins, I’ve ever seen. It wasn’t too pricey either, despite having the Sheffield branch with us.

A taxi back bumps up the cost but by now it’s chucking it down with rain and the buses are running to a Sunday timetable plus obviously we have an eighteen year old with us, and they need a lie down every 100m, so walking isn’t an option either.

(Monday 7th May)

Monday, 2 May 2011

Lunch In A Dog Bowl?

We trek over the Coventry this morning for the May Day 5 mile race, organised by Godiva Harriers, held just a mile or so down the road from Son’s university abode.

It’s not my favourite sort of race at all. Multiple laps of a park, two and a half laps in this case. Thankfully Memorial Park is a very pleasant location which eases the pain, unfortunately the extreme headwind on the back stretch of the course heaps it back on.

It’s reflected in my time 34:38 but 32nd out of 101 isn’t too bad I suppose.

The boys are with us but have to stay in the car. MD doesn’t get to participate today. Then we head over to meet Son for lunch, who probably has to get up early especially. We eat at one of the Varsity chain bars, where they’ll serve your meal in a dog bowl if you wish. I kid you not.

We have one in Nottingham, a Varsity that is, and it was our bar of choice when I was a student, although it had a name back then. In fact I don’t think we knew what a ‘Varsity’ was, but then we weren’t at University either we were at ‘Polytechnic’.

As it happens the food at Varsity was good, we go for the plated option not the dog bowl, and they even served proper beer, so no complaints.

Later we take in a film. ‘Never Let Me Go’, not the vampire one. It is based on a book by Kazuo Ishiguro, which I haven’t read. It’s a dark, depressing tale, which opens with a man in hospital on an operating table but soon we get flashbacks to the happier surroundings of a typically English boarding school. The period is the late 1970’s/early 1980’s and it is here at Hailsham that Ruth, Tommy, and Kathy H grow up together. They fall in and out with each other and do all the other things kids do.

Tommy is a bit of a misfit but Kathy is always keen to help him out and he becomes the not so secret love of her life. Their affection is mutual but ultimately he's stolen from her by the jealous and much more confident Ruth.

Boarding school is often a sheltered existence but this school is more sheltered than most, there are no parents in the background, no brothers and sisters at home. The children don’t question it, in fact they don’t question much and when a new teacher (Sally Hawkins) reveals the reason for their existence, and is fired the next day for doing so, they pass it off with a shrug. They had suspected something like that all along. They are human clones, born to exist solely to have their organs harvested once they reach adulthood.

This is an alternative Britain, where life expectancy has risen to over one hundred years because science has eliminated disease by taking organs from clones like them. The dating of this in the past rather than the future is interesting, does the author suspect this goes on now... and the period adds to the ‘1984’ touch the film already has.

When the three of them are old enough to leave ‘school’ they are moved into a farmhouse where clones from other institutions in the ‘National Donor Programme’ reside. The other institutions were more ruthless places. Hailsham was an experiment in treating the donors humanly; elsewhere the clones were treated more like livestock. Now though, for all of them, the clock is ticking. The farmhouses are simply waiting rooms until the day of their donations arrive. Meanwhile Tommy and Ruth are very much an item and consequently the relationship between the two girls gets more strained by the day.



Keira Knightley plays Ruth and I've always had a bit of a problem with Keira’s acting. She’s much the same in this. When the two leading ladies are required to do ‘sad’ Keira does it by quivering her bottom lip as if it's on a puppeteer’s string whereas Carey Mulligan, who plays Kathy, does it with every part of her face. Different class. Although the rivers of tears were perhaps a bit overdone by the special effects department.

Roll on a few years to 1996. Kathy is now a carer, the only recognised way to dodge the knife for a year or two. Carers help the others through the donation process until eventually they too have to face their own demise. She comes across Ruth, who she hasn’t seen for years, in one of the hospitals. Ruth has already made two donations. No one usually survives a third and they’ll be no Holby City style cardiac team rushing around trying to save a donor. They are simply said to have ‘completed’ and it’s Goodnight Vienna.

Ruth leads Kathy to Tommy (Andrew Garfield), who has also made multiple donations. At which point Ruth apologizes to them both for stealing Tommy. Just a touch bloody late love.



Although... had Tommy already donated his brain at that point, so that he was unable to choose between the two girls for himself? Ruth clearly thoughtlessly forced him to have night after night of raucous sex with her, against his will, and in Kathy’s face, when they all lived in the farmhouse together.

This does though tally with the theme of passive acceptance that runs throughout. There is no fight in any of them. Their situation is seemingly just one more thing to add to the long list of things a teenager can get pissed off about but CBA to find a solution to.



I guess, the point is supposed to be that they have been bred and raised to accept their fate, just like farm animals and farm animals don’t tend to plot revolution. People though are not farm animals and although she claims to regret it now, Ruth did at least have the balls to embark on a passionate affair during her short life. While the other two generally just wandered around looking lost. Kathy would probably never have gotten around to jumping Tommy even if they’d been given another 50 years to live. She only pairs up with him now, in 1996, because Ruth throws them together and equally it’s Ruth who persuades them to seek out their former guardians to find out if the rumour that people who are in love can be given a deferral, a few more years of life, is true. It isn’t. This though shows that there's perhaps a little fight in them somewhere.

Yet nobody, not even Ruth, rebelled in the face of the establishment. No one ever tried to run away. Would anyone have tried to stop them if they had? Who knows? They had wrist bands to clock in and out of the farmhouse but other than that... nothing, no watchtowers, no razor wire. What's the worst thing that could have happened to them? Death? ‘Never Let Me Go’ isn't a story that is big on answers.

Instead their fate is chillingly accepted and the utter passivity of the three of them is heartbreaking but also quite annoying.



So, no, the story does not have a happy ending. There is to be no final twist. In the concluding scene Kathy stares out across the fields, both her friends are now gone, her carer duties are completed and her first donation is scheduled. Although she can at least reflect on the fact that she did finally get to slip into bed with what was left of Tommy and thankfully found something that had yet to be donated.

In her life, as I guess in ours, there are no deferrals, no second chances. In the end we are all powerlessness to prevent death. It comes to everyone and always too soon, perhaps leaving us all thinking that we've not had enough time to do what we wanted to do.

This was a difficult film to make I would imagine and ‘Never Let Me Go’ is very good, to a point. It is dark, tragic and thought provoking, yet it's exasperating because it’s difficult to get attached to any of the characters or their unfulfilled love affairs and therefore the overall impact is perhaps not as great as it could have been. Still, I do love an unhappy ending.

(Monday 2nd May)