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Saturday, 30 July 2011

Whatever turns you on....

Back again...stupid o'clock but always a good time to write something....

You will see to the right of this post several links to mainly football related blogs, I am not even going to try and write about football, too many of you lot are excellent writers, my efforts would be laughable. I am however happy to write about sport in general. I love it!

There's something about the bear pit that is sport that turns me on. It's not the geezer bird in me, it's not that I am very sporting myself, it's not even that my family are sporty it's just......something.

Earliest memories of sitting in front of an electric fire on an orange an brown rug eating corn on the cob while watching World of Sport fill me with joy! My Dad was a sports fiend, hence my love of sport, and we would watch Dickie Davies present wrestling and horse racing with other results appearing at the bottom of the screen! Oh happy days. This ritual has stuck...I have a thirst for my faves MotoGp, football and F1....but any sport still ticks a box. Many are not pleased about London hosting the Olympics...money, transport and legacy being the hot bed issues. I won't comment either way but rest assured I will be watching the cycling, the athletics and the BMX ing...it just turns me on.

A few years ago I had the pleasure of being involved with my eldest son's football team. We were an ok outfit but the ethos and attitude of the club was amazing. We all were realistic enough to know our talented boys would not be spotted, or play for England. They played hard and well but fairly, as parents we met regularly for a pint or two and organised many social events, inadvertently showing our lads that social skills are just as important as playing skills...we had that very rare thing in youth football, committed, realistic parents and happy, un pressurised boys. We didn't win a lot, it didn't matter....what mattered was the opportunity to play football with like minded lads and enjoy it, sadly a rarity nowadays I feel. Don't get me wrong, we all wanted to win...desperately...but as Bobbie Robson once said 'You got to be a good loser to be a good winner'...

My Dad particularly loved F1 he had driven in rallys in the past and was a complete speed demon. His car selections showed this, my fave of his was a 3 litre Capri, brown in colour and went like shit off a shovel, I myself had a 1.6 Capri in the 1980's nowhere near as cool as my Dad's but fun to drive nonetheless! James Hunt was my first sporting crush...such a handsome man, bit of prick though sadly, I was young and not a very good judge of character! Ayrton Senna was my god.....driver extraordinaire and beautiful too! Dad would watch and drive each circuit from his chair commentating on gear changes and how to 'do' the corners...'Ease into it Laura...then power out'...happy days.

And so today here I am, my adorable Dad no longer on this plain but deep in my heart and his passion for sport deeply embedded too....it doesn't matter that I support Wolves, to be honest I only do because Dad took me to watch them when I was 3, it doesn't matter that my passion for MotoGP has over taken my love of F1, it doesn't matter that I couldn't get ticket for the Olympics...it's the 'sport' I love...any sport...whatever turns you on eh?

Thursday, 28 July 2011

Life is like a box of chocolates....is it fuck!

Not going to use this blog thing to rant but seriously do I really need 'inspirational' quotes straight to my inbox??? Patronising and guaranteed to make you feel like your life is shit....no I don't.

Wednesday, 27 July 2011

Go in on an Aum.......

Hmm, I seem to be here again...partly because I was up way too early courtesy of next doors chickens and partly because it's a nice way to spend some time...just typing stuff, almost meditative and after a Twitter chat with @magicsuitcase I have decided to put fingers to keyboard again.

I used to go to meditation classes, to find a little bit of peace of calm. There were about 10 of us, very diverse bunch, all groovy though. Our 'guide' was a lovely lady, full of good with a real sense of who she was, in a good way. We would chat politely and then assume our chosen positions. Some liked to sit on a chair others on a cushion, one lady liked to stand...to get the benefit of the 'energy' created in the room.....each to their own..
Our 'guide' would take us through woods, beaches, deserts encouraging us to listen to the silence, embrace it and go with it. This was bloody difficult...thoughts of 'Have I paid the council tax?' Did I switch the iron off?' 'What shall we have for dinner?' entered my head and any chance of meeting my 'silence' was always a losing battle. I went every week in the hope that peace would come.....
The most interesting bit of these sessions was the chat afterwards....people really felt something, were  emotionally drained, some cried. Me? I guess I liked the company of groovy people but peace never came, I never really felt anything.....
I recently went to stay with some really groovy pals in Hampshire, their house is a house that hugs you when you go in, really great vibe, really great people. Our hosts have the most fantastic diverse taste in music and while sat on the cushions in their front room something came on the iPod that got my attention.....a deep gravelly, vibrational sound. We all sat and just listened, nothing was said we just listened and just at that moment, there it was....nothing! No inner chatter, no worries...nothing. United in this amazing sound we sat for at least 5 minutes just doing and saying nothing, even my small boy, who finds quiet difficult, just sat. A moment of peace and calm.
What was this transformational music that sent us all into a trance like state? Don't laugh...Mongolian throat music...magical, seriously, truly magical. Don't bother with you tubing a sample of this most wonderful thing....nowhere near as good as what we experienced. Sadly I can't remember the name of the CD or who was throat singing, but it was a moment in time that blew me away.
You don't always have to go in on an Aum to meditate....sometimes peace and calm will just find you....

Thanks to @magicsuitcase and @spurssimon for encouragement and wise words.....peace out!