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Three (or even Two) Out of Four Ain’t Bad

12 Wednesday Sep 2012

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Ok, so I don’t spend all my days, or even nights, on licensed premises. It was a third of a century ago I knocked the first two of these off. But here in Lowestoft, Suffolk I’ve done the third. I’ve had a pint in the most easterly pub in the British Isles. Take a bow the Royal Falcon. Such are the limitations of this town that I turned my nose up as I walked by the first time. Turns out it’s the best of a bad bunch (BIG edit – The Triangle Inn, the Green Jack Brewery’s flagship pub is just down the road and it rocks!), at least those I’ve happened by. At least it’s clean, has bar staff that look interested in serving you, football on the telly and a decent pint of Sharp’s Doom Bar at £2.60pp.

Royal Falcon, Lowestoft

OK shut up, what’s the most southerly? Excluding hotels and restaurants it’s the Le Hocq Inn in beautiful Jersey. Never the most enticing of places, these days it’s more of a restaurant than anything else. But fair play, it maintains a large public bar to keep us oiks away from the posh crowd and, what is more, it’s a survivor when so many other out-of-town places have bitten the dust forever.

Le Hocq Inn, Jersey

But (oh no!) what a come down! Upon checking, I see that Gielty’s on Achill Island is actually the most westerly! I have spent half of my life believing it was Kruger’s in Dunquin, Kerry. So in the space of a day I’ve made it three out of four only to immediately have one chalked off 😦 OK, I’ll get there one day. Kruger’s is famous for being the carousing place of (among others) Sarah Miles, Robert Mitchum, John Mills, Leo McKern and Trevor Howard when they shot the epic Ryan’s Daughter in 1970. To this day you can still find a number of the spots where this film was shot on the breathtaking Dingle Peninsula.

Kruger’s Bar, Dunquin

For the record, the most northerly is the Baltasound Hotel on Unst, reachable only by boat. That might take me a while yet.

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Your tipping point

15 Sunday Jul 2012

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I just picked up a 20p piece. Off the pavement (sidewalk to my thousands of US readers :-)). Which got me to thinking – what is the smallest denomination coin that I would risk my increasingly dodgy knees to stop and pick up? 1p? Nah. A pound coin? Certainly. I think 20p is my tipping point. With some reluctance though. There’s really nothing wrong with a 10p or even a 5p. It’s just that there’s a pay-off between looking a bit of a mean twat plus the physical effort involved and the rewards for so doing.

And also remember that these are the streets of Jersey, Channel Islands. I guess if I was a street rat in Calcutta my conclusion would be somewhat different. And if I was a 1(1)(k) – wealthy immigrant in Jerseyspeak – then likewise I might ignore any coin or note of the realm as beneath my dignity.

But you can do a lot with 20p. And I would never actually consider it to be 20p; it’s four shillings in old money, written 4/-. And 4/- used to get you a hell of a lot in my day. For example, the boys’ entrance fee to the terraces of St Andrew’s, home of Birmingham City, was 6d. So 4/- would get you eight matches. This was while I still considered it was a Good Thing to pay to go in and watch the Blues, well before I learnt it was a form of self-torture which rarely leaves you feeling good.

With 4/- you were a millionaire. On a Saturday morning you could go into the matinee at the Sheldon Cinema, buy frozen Jubblys to suck the juice out of before lobbing the remaining ice block at the kids’ heads in front, buy more sweeties to go home and still have change from 1/6d.

Later in life the 20p easily covered my first ever two pints of brown and mild. Exciting that was, following a couple of more worldly wise schoolmates up the stairs into the top bar of The Windsor in Birmingham’s city centre. Never mind we were all wearing our school blazers. We were welcome with the rest of the rather dodgy clientele as long as we paid our way.

Even now 20p is nothing to be sniffed at. A couple of them plus a 10p buys you the Jersey Evening Post, a bargain. A pint comes to £3.20? No bother – your silvery friend makes up the price and saves the lovely barmaid having to calculate your change. A busker in the precinct is your friend for life. And who doesn’t feel virtuous in feeding a 20p into the poor box on the counter?

So, be honest, what’s the lowest denomination coin you’d ignore?

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Hilsea (Portsmouth) bars – the definitive guide

14 Monday May 2012

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I’ve not been to the Mountbatten Stadium in Portsmouth for the county athletics championships in some years now. What I do recall on each of these May occasions is inevitable drizzle and a wind whipping off the nearby tidal Fareham Lake. We used to huddle as a team up in the bowels of the stand until forced to descend to the track.

Not this year. The whole of the substantial group of athletes, coaches, parents and spectators were sprawled around the grass and the cycle track – proper athletics weather. You can read the athletics report here. But by the end of Day 1 I was sunburnt and as thirsty as a sponge. Having no manager or coach duties I was blissfully free to do as I wished. And what I wished was a decent pint.

It’s about a 25-minute walk from the stadium to Hilsea station and my train back to the hotel. Eight hours previously I’d taken note of The Green Posts, an establishment that promised good things within. There’s been a pub here for a couple of hundred years I believe and the ‘green posts’ in question are supposedly those things you tie your boat up against. Possibly, way back, this was coastal land. Whatever, I didn’t care about that. I looked for the Real Ale pumps – disaster! There was one but it was not in use – not a good sign. So a cold pint of Guinness and up onto a barstool.

A lively but good-humoured crowd were in, a few pints to the good most of them at this stage. Then it kicked off! Two combatants lurched my way bawling and shouting, fists flailing inaccurately. The man on the defence picked up a chair and tried to fend off the aggressor, lion-tamer style, all the while protesting his innocence. The combatants were separated at last, and led outside. Peace reigned. For a minute or two. Like extras in a Wild West saloon brawl they came roaring and hitting back in the door. I drank up, made my excuses and left. 

The Green Posts – Marks out of 10
Ambience 3
Décor 5
Beer selection 1
Service 4
Would you take your Mum 3
Total = 16/50

I thought that was it, Hilsea’s only bar. But happily, as my thirst still raged, I espied the Coach and Horses (rebuilt 1931) lurking just off my route. I looked in warily and, amazingly, it was nearly empty. It is something called a ‘flaming grill’ pub. Now I hate pubs that are restaurants in all but name. (The previous night was a perfect example – The Fleming Arms near Southampton Airport is almost overtly hostile to non-diners despite having a good range of ales.) At this early time in the evening though the place was quiet and, alleluia, they had Bombardier and Directors on tap. Very nice it was too. Without fear of getting a chair in my earhole I lingered over a couple before making my way happily back to the station.

The Coach & Horses
Ambience 6
Décor 7
Beer selection 6
Service 8
Would you take your Mum 10
Total = 37/50

Is that it for Hilsea? Let me know if I missed one.

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13 Friday Apr 2012

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Here is a rare ‘re-blog’ from a fellow blogger reflecting on the anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic – great stuff.

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Barry – The Novel

28 Saturday Jan 2012

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Here’s the result of a little project that’s been hanging around for some time now. It started out as a running book but, as I got into the writing process, it became more than that. Anyway I’m pretty proud of my first self-publishing effort. You may of course think it’s crap but that’s OK, I really don’t mind.

I’m giving away the first 200 to anyone that wants one. Just click on the Barry-The Novel tab above to find out how.

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2011 in review

01 Sunday Jan 2012

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The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 6,900 times in 2011. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 6 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

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Is it just me?

28 Wednesday Dec 2011

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Take a vote amongst Jersey folk as to what is the biggest monstrosity on the Island and they’ll probably have the top three as

  1. The Waterfront
  2. The Portelet Bay apartments
  3. The Incinerator at La Collette

Not necessarily in that order. Today I decided to have a little stroll around Portelet Common. It’s a good while since I’ve been around there; the last time I found some Spartan cross-country flags still in place! The Common is now a designated nature reserve I see. Anyway, I looked landward from a precarious clifftop position with a gale blowing and saw the controversial apartments development for the first time. And to me they actually look very nice. The award-winning design, the colours of off-white and green, the aesthetics as a whole. It’s fine – I wish I had one!

Portelet Bay Apartments (a section)

Now, given a say in the matter back at the planning stage I’d have voted for the whole of the former Butlins (later Pontins) holiday village to be demolished and the site returned to nature. But whatever you say it looks a whole lot better than it did twenty or so years ago. And I’m sure palms were greased along the way to ensure maximum profit for the developers, but that’s the way it works all over the world.

Now, the Incinerator. Hold on a minute while I look out of my apartment window. Yes, there it is, a big cuboid thing sitting on the reclaimed land this side of the power station. And it’s fine! I’m not offended by it. The view it obscures is of the power station, fuel tanks etc. There was nothing there before only sea and reclamation rubble. It’s given a break to Bellozanne which used to be one of our prettiest valleys and has transferred the function to an industrial landscape. Get over it!

Incinerator at La Collette

Now let me tell you what I find ugly; the reinforced, barbed wire fence that cuts off Portelet House from the common. It’s dreadful. Why can’t the owners find it within themselves to allow walkers to wander the wooded slopes of their property? I didn’t see them out admiring the grounds themselves, so why not show a bit of graciousness. Take a leaf from the books of St Ouen’s Manor, Samares Manor, St George’s Manor, Radier Manor, the Perchards and their Trinity farm, Reg Langlois’ place at Tabor, to name but a few privately-owned places that can tolerate visitors without resorting to barbed wire. Shame on you.

Portelet House – boo!

And OK, I’ll let you have the Waterfront – that’s ugly.

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JUBRFC Ladies 37 – 0 Guernsey Ladies

10 Saturday Dec 2011

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What a transformation! A month ago the Banks Ladies looked a ragtag though game outfit. Today they rocked. They looked a different team – and indeed they appeared to have several new and more accomplished players, particularly in the backs. They ran out comfortable winners against a limited Guernsey XV.

I arrived at the scheduled start time wondering if I’d get a space in the Grainville car park. I needn’t have worried. As is usually the case with club rugby the teams and officials trot onto the pitch any old time and the few spectators drift along in the course of the match. There was no sense at all of a big inter-island occasion. It was soon evident that, behind the scrum, Banks had good ideas and the skills to implement them. The first clean ball produced a reverse pass move and soon the ball was moving across the three quarters and Guernsey were outflanked as the home side dotted down under the posts. Today Jersey had a sharp and skillful scrum half and a no.10 who could kick – at least out of hand. Guernsey’s heavy scrum had the Banks pack buckling but never crumbling. Once the Banks back row found a way of coping with the pressure there was rarely a moment when Guernsey threatened. Once Banks had the ball they stretched the Guernsey defence continuously.

15-0 at half time. The pattern continued in the second half. I take credit for the Banks fifth – and best -try. The little no.9 picked up from the base of the scrum and set off on a solo run down the right wing. She looked for non-existent support as she came by me and I shouted ‘Keep going!’ whereupon she skipped around the remaining two defenders to touch down.

The other highlight was Banks’s strong no.12 putting in a tackle that Tuilagi would have been proud of, late on in the game. Great performance and result for the local girls. The Guernsey ladies and their noisy coaches sent home to think again.

A couple of further observations. Why, at every stoppage, are all the coaches (three from Guernsey) allowed onto the pitch to issue instructions to their huddled team? Second, no medical cover on either side. In this day and age surely teams should have a physio or at least a first aider – rugby is a bruising sport and a fair share of injuries can and do occur. Today one of the Guernsey team thought she’d cracked a rib but no one knew what to do about it. Eventually she returned to the fray.

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Child slavery – a bit heavy for a Sunday

27 Sunday Nov 2011

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One of my day job tasks is Money Laundering Compliance Officer. As a job title it’s up there with Actuarial Assistant and at the opposite end of the scale from Lion Tamer.

A greater challenge than the job itself is delivering the anti-money laundering training to other staff that is necessary. Like, how can you make obtaining client ID and address verification interesting? How can you make it relevant to staff who might have other ideas of what is interesting? How can you put that stuff into context?

Well I’ll have no problem next time around. Did you know that there are presently more slaves in the world than ever existed in the past? Some estimates say 27 million, the majority of whom are women and children. Human trafficking is estimated to generate profits of $32 billion per annum. These are incomprehensible figures and can only be hammered home by attention to some of the detail.

A couple of weeks ago we in Jersey got a gut-wrenching close up thanks to a film shown in the course of the Amnesty International Film Festival. Through secret filming it took us into the vast red light district of Mumbai, into what are known as The Cages. With the help of a ‘lucky’ few young women who had been rescued we learnt the fate of some of those they’d left behind. Girls are worth money in India and neighbouring Nepal. Some are sold by their families. Others are taken from the streets or easily tricked and drugged. They are as young as seven. They end up in one of the countless brothels in the city.

They are told that they now work in the sex trade. They have no choices. Many initially refuse but are beaten, raped, degraded until they comply. They are expected to go with up to 30 men each day. There is no notion of contraception or medical care. Most end up with AIDS and have multiple abortions. There is no escape, unless you are one of the very small percentage rescued.

Under pressure from various international agencies the local police check the brothels for minors. A small but regular bribe sees them turn a blind eye. If they survive the girls are worn out and sick, still at a young age. By now they are institutionalised and have nowhere else to go.

The AVERAGE age of the girls in the Mumbai sex trade is 14. The film in question told of two sisters, new recruits who, knowing their fate, hanged themselves with their scarves. The title of the film is taken from the girls themselves – it is The Day My God Died. They have no childhood. One in three Indian girls never see their teens.

One 14 year-old daughter of a work colleague viewed the film and arrived home distraught, asking what she could do to help. Truly our kids here in the West are fortunate – as Amnesty say, they have already won the lottery of life.

So, stop the money laundering, stop the crime. If crime for profit doesn’t pay then it won’t happen. It’s sometimes a tortuous link but there is logic in there. So keep collecting those copy passports guys.

You can watch the film here http://topdocumentaryfilms.com/day-my-god-died/ go on, I dare you. (Edit Nov 2018 – sadly this film appears to be no longer available.)

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Girls playing with odd-shaped balls

12 Saturday Nov 2011

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Women’s rugby pyramid is considerably narrower than the men’s, and near the base of that pyramid are Jersey United Banks RFC Ladies. Today history was made as the local ladies hosted their first ever league match, at Grainville v Beckenham.

Of course there is little sport that girls and women don’t play these days. There was a time when these things were clearly demarcated; blokes played football, rugby and cricket, women played netball and rounders. Some sports were common to both sexes – athletics, swimming, tennis for example. Indeed women participated regularly from early in the 20th century. The Women’s Amateur Athletics Association was formed in 1922 but for many years the events that they could enter were restricted. The marathon only became an Olympic event in 1984, for example.

It was only in the 50s however that women became involved in greater numbers. During WW2 a strange phenomena occurred – women found that they could do stuff for themselves, and not just child-rearing and housekeeping. Inevitably the top sports began to embrace women more and more. Today the girls do more or less what the men do though in athletics the weights and hurdle specifications (for example) still differ. In tennis women are still deemed incapable of playing five sets.

But it is only in the last decade or so that women have really crossed over into the men’s world with a vengeance with coaching opportunities available to girls in all sports from a young age. Jersey was slow off the mark but the soccer girls have improved considerably over the last ten years. Cricket and rugby for women is much newer and today I’m afraid it showed.

It finished JUBRFC 5 – 22 Beckenham. It was not a pretty sight really. Admittedly we are presently being spoilt by an excellent JRFC First XV and junior club rugby bears little relationship to what we see at St Peter once a fortnight. The Beckenham girls were more experienced and possessed basic skills plus a couple of genuinely strong and fast players. The local girls looked what they are, a collection of players learning to pick up the rudiments of the game. For much of the match they seemed intent on proving the truisms that ‘girls can’t catch’ and ‘girls can’t kick’. What possession they had was either run sideways and/or easily coughed up. Once the visiting girls woke up it was one way traffic.

But fair play to the local girls, they battled away and gave their opponents few enough chances. There were no heads dropping and the enthusiasm levels remained high. Though a number of them are clearly short of fitness they managed one sustained period of pressure to be rewarded by a try in the corner.

Good on JUBRFC for leading the way where JRC seem uninterested in this branch of the sport. They need more women to get involved, more coaches to help out in the many and various aspects of the game. They need to get fitter. Let’s hope that in a few years time they too will be climbing the national ladder.

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