NaNoWriMo day 4

Yeah, so, I’ve just had diner, which was a simply scrumptious affair of pie, mash and sweet corn, followed by coconut yoghurt for pud. Today I’ve been in a much more positive frame of mind, and though I’m still taunting myself with artificial deadlines I’m doing it with wry good humour. Add that I’m happy with what I’ve written and it’s no wonder the cat is purring.

Also, this afternoon was the Formula One Abu Dhabi Grand Prix. It was won by Kimi Raikkonen, and was an excellent race filled with excitement! If you don’t follow F1 you really should. True, it’s not a mandatory part of NaNoWriMo, but it should be. Ludicrously expensive fast car racing and novel writing: what could be a better mix? 😉

What I haven’t done on day four is write as much as I should have. I’m going to be a tad behind going in to day five, but not so much that catching up isn’t doable.

Blimey, the English language is wonderfully rich and infinitely malleable, isn’t it? Maybe, for clarity, I should have said: I’ll be behind on day five, but I can catch up. I love it! There are so many different ways to couch a thought. Actually, that’s a very good point….

Note to self: NaNoWriMo is all about the 50,000 words. Write, write and write! Do not carefully construct each and every sentence while writing or, unless your name is Stephen Fry, you won’t get to 50,000 words. Re-writing comes in December, and then is the time to tweak, primp and tartify your prose.

Ave.

Ferrari at Yeongam, Korea

I follow F1. It’s pretty much the only sport I do follow, though sadly I’ve never actually been to see a grand prix live. I would, but it’s seriously expensive. Besides, in these days of austerity I’d feel like a heel sipping champagne and scoffing smoked salmon whilst the proles scrabbled in the mud and doffed their hats…. Sorry, got a bit carried away there. Ho hum.

Anyway, F1 or not, this photograph of a Ferrari at Yeongam in Korea is stunning. I found it posted by Shell Motor Sport raving on about how  ‘Shell V-Power powers the F2012 through every turn, straight & chicane this season.’ They go on to say: ‘What we learn at the track we put on the road.’ I should think so to. How about lowing the price of petrol for us common folk while you’re at it. hmm?

A stellar image! Methinks the photographer, Clive Mason, deserves an award.

…and the next day

Warrior Square Station

 

No more snow, though temperature low.

This, of course, doesn’t obviate the need for shopping. One simply has to trudge and bear it—which is better than beering and staggering it, I suppose. And much, much better than Vodka and crawling. Me, I’d stone and float it if I had a choice, but I don’t. Waaay too long in the tooth for that sort of malarkey. Also, I don’t know anyone to turn me on. Sad, but true.

One thing that does turn me on and is totally without the need for a dealer (unless, that is, you count Murdoch’s Sky as a dealer), is F1. All the big teams (except Mercedes) have released their cars now, and all of them, except McLaren, have an ugly step down just after the monocoque and before the nose. Simply speaking the McLaren is beautiful and none of the others are: which is worrying. It’s worrying because I’m now thinking maybe McLaren have gone done a boo-boo. Maybe the hideous step is vital: after all, Red Bull have one, and they’re hardly slouchily slow. Oh dear. 😦

Hmm. I wonder what tommorow will bring?

 

No! It has to be wrong.

Force India F1 2012
Ferrari F1 2012

 

Admittedly I know sod all about air flow, turbulence, or F1 car design. I’ve never been near a wind tunnel, either. But I do have an eye for aesthetically beautiful design and a gut instinct for what looks wrong.

So what is going on? Surely there can’t be a cabal of designers who have all gone off their heads, can there? And yet the Caterham—that launched on the 25th January—has an ugly ‘Quasimodo’ type lump, and now both the Force India and the Ferrari have lumps too.

The only car (so far) that has any of the beauty I’d expect from F1 is the McLaren. McLaren are a good team, a great team, but surely they can’t be the only team to get it right? Maybe these aesthetically ghastly stepped designs are the right way to go. Maybe McLaren have got it wrong. But I don’t see it.

Yours, in worried confusion. 😉

Beautiful McLaren!

2012 McLaren MP4-27

I’m not saying I got turned on when I saw the new 2012 McLaren today, but I’m certainly not saying I didn’t. Fast or not, that is a very, very beautiful car. It is aesthetically pleasing to the nth, and in comparison to the Hadean lump that is the Caterham the McLaren is a vehicle designed by a very talented chap (or chapess) from from Mount Olympus. Get my drift?

I snarfled the picture from Joe Saward’s blog (he who produces a magazine at the end of every F1 race and is, to my mind, the best F1 journalist there is).

The 2012 season gets closer every day which only goes to prove time is linear and moving in the right direction. W00T! 🙂

Ugly, oh so ugly!

Dear god, let this be a mistake!

 

Though I have yet to go to an actual race, and I’m disparagingly called an ‘armchair fan,’ there’s no doubt I love Formula One. It’s wicked and splendid and wonderful and I’ll argue until the cows come home for my right to watch it. However, this just released picture of the 2012 Caterham CT01 is making my hard on for the sport wilt. Fast.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything with less beautiful lines in my life. Once upon a time I had a Skoda, and it was gorgeous in comparison.

Whatever the rules are that meant a designer had to design the car above need to be changed. Now, if not sooner. Now, before I (and a lot of other F1 fans with eyesight) give up F1 for International Tiddlywinks. Please?

Pretty please?

Pretty please with bells on?

F1 – the magnificent!

Formula One - 2012 season calendar

Everybody follows a sport, right? Wrong! I didn’t follow any sport until the mid 1990’s, which is, apparently, a pretty heinous crime.

Football I loathe: I can’t see the point. Cricket is really too slow and a sport for statisticians: besides, it appears that nowadays they cheat for shedloads of money. Rugger I quite like, but is better played than watched. Ditto for Squash – though there isn’t any television coverage of Squash as far as I’m aware.

Baseball is a sport I could have got into. Once, back in the 1980’s, when I was in the U.S.A. working my way around selling T-Shirts at rock concerts, I got taken to see the Ney York Yankees vs the Boston Red Sox at Yankee Stadium. The game was fantastic, full on, energetic and bloody amazing! By some fluke of fate I caught a home run ball that had been belted into the stands. From then on until the game finished I was protected by two hulking American friends in order to stop rabid fans from taking the ball off me. Later, I got a vibe off the same friends that they were quite upset I’d caught the ball. One of them had been going to watch the Yankees for years and had never managed it. Still, they were happy for me and that night we got drunk and tried to knock over a street light outside a bar in Queens.

Sadly, Baseball isn’t televised in the U.K., So that put paid to that. I suppose Tennis was the closest I came to following a sport, but that only for the Wimbledon fortnight. So that was me and sport …

… until 1996 when I was howling in a band with the name ‘Split Pyramid.’ Don’t ask me why we were called that, I have no idea. The other band members, to a man, followed F1. And they all played the Playstation F1 game. I took up both, and F1 still has me avidly in its clutches even though I’ve never been to a live Grand Prix:

“Maybe this year,” is what I say in January every year. Who knows, maybe it will be this year?

I also follow Joe Saward’s blog for the inside scoop and gossip, ’cause who doesn’t need a little scoop (two scoops and a flake, please) and gossip, these days?

Cat, Cats, the Fat Pidgeon, Kamakura, and some odd thoughts.

Percy dreaming of foreign climes

Not the best picture I’ve ever taken. Still, it’s a picture taken today, which was the original point of this blog. That the idea behind ‘Congenerous’ seems to have become ever changing and fluid should allow me to leave out the daily picture, if I feel like it. But I don’t feel like it, yet. Besides, Percy rawks!

There was going to a photo of an amazingly fat Pidgeon who sits on a branch in the tree outside my bedroom window. There was going to be, but by the time I stumbled about finding my phone he (or she) had gone (how do you sex a Pidgeon without getting up close and personal?). You’ll have to wait for that treat, then.

I’ve been listening to the recording I made of our rehearsal yesterday, and, considering it was our third proper rehearsal, it’s damn good. Maybe you think I would say that, being the vocalist. But being ‘real’ about my music is a definite seachange. Normally, even if I know deep down that something is good, I’ll shrug it off as a fluke. I wish (wishing is something else I have to change along with je ne regrette rien, which is utter bollocks and futile) that we’d carried on after the Pestalozzi festival. I wish I’d had the balls to have a go twenty years since. Humph. Obviously I’m an arse for hiding my light under a bush for so long. Obviously. Duh.

Odd thoughts.

  1. I’ve suddenly realised that even if I spent the rest of my life doing nothing but reading I wouldn’t be able to read all the books I have, or those I want to read. Especially now that eBooks are with us. This led to a mild panic. But as there’s nothing I can do about it – I can’t suddenly start reading at a gazzilion words a minute, or give up everything else and do nothing but read – I have to accept it and be more decisive about what I do read.
  2. I’m a lazy git. I want to write – at least one decent novel – and consequently have to stop being a lazy git.
  3. Money doesn’t grow on trees.
  4. ‘shoulda, coulda, woulda’ is balls, as is Je ne regrette rien. Accept what you can’t change and get on with it.
  5. This list of odd thoughts seems to be getting horribly close to New Years resolutions. Stop it!
  6. Cats really make wonderful friends!
  7. ‘Cats’ could be our next single.
  8. Relationships are fragile things; butterflies have stronger wings. Do not take friends for granted.
  9. Patience! F1 2012 will begin sooner or later and there’s nothing you can do to hasten the 1st race.
  10. Must better my punctuation; Eats, Shoots & Leaves is a wonderul book.
  11. Cease waffling.

And that’s that.

Canada 2011 – the best Grand Prix ever!

Jenson Button wins 2011 Canadian Grand Prix

I’m not into a lot of sport: Football, the British staple, doesn’t interest me at all; I used to watch tennis – or Wimbledon, at least – but not recently. Then in 1996, when I rehearsed with a band in Bexhill, I was turned on to Formula 1. Fast cars! Yummy. I like driving, so obviously fast cars turn me on.

So, on and off since 1996 I’ve watched the F1 circus tour the world: and for the last ten years I’ve seen almost every race on TV.

Yesterday I watched the whole of the Canadian Grand Prix – Including the nearly two hours it was red flagged for rain – and it was the best spectacle I’ve ever seen!

After the re-start, and until the very last few laps, the race was close to a shoe-in for Sebastian Vettel. And then … and then Jenson Button, who had stopped 6 times to Vettel’s 3 caught him. He caught him on the penultimate lap and pressured him so much that Vettel made a mistake! Button’s drive was stellar; it was almost, considering the conditions, fantastical. And he won!

If I see another race that has so much action is so entertaining and has anywhere close to the drama then I’ll probably be in heaven – not that I’ll be spending my time in heaven (or wherever) watching F1. 😉

Wordle – neat! The world – sad.

A wordled 'Spring of Teal'

I’ve been very remiss with my post an image a day idea – though I might, if I ever stump up the inclination, go back and insert entries for the missing days … or not.

Anyway, yesterday I discovered a neat website called Wordle. Wordle has been around for a while and though I’m not early to their bandwagon I have to admit I’ve fallen in lust with it! It’s so much fun and so time wasteful – how could I not? The image above is the Wordlefied lyrics to a song called ‘Spring of Teal’ Try it. Go on, you know you want to!

In other news … the powers that be are now heavily interfering in yet another oil rich Middle Eastern country. Not that I think Gadaffi, who admittedly has a very interesting personal image, should be in charge. It’s just that we’re all broke and need the money at home. Besides, if my tax pounds are going anywhere overseas I’d like to see them helping the really needy, and not spent on bombs for the benefit of  multinationals who are overcharging me to gas up my rusty, though beautiful, Citroen Berlingo [snort].

Japan seems to have fallen off the radar, somewhat. Not that we’re completely unaware – how could we be with radioactive iodine now present in the air we’re breathing? However, gawping at truly appalling footage for a couple of weeks has almost completely inured us to their continuing misery.

Cynical and jaded I might well be, but I can’t think of what I should be doing to help. Frankly, if I don’t win the lottery PDQ I’ll be camped out in the local village hall, too.

The only recent bright spot was the first race of the Formula One season, last weekend, and even that didn’t live up to my expectations. That the seven times world champion, Michael Schumacher, is now looking well past it – at 42 – is really, really depressing. [sigh]