medalicious Team GB

It's been a strange week, what with almost the entire news output of the UK being devoted to sport.

It's been exciting too, with some fine global moments as well as great medals for Team GB. Six golds in a day for Team GB. Never before.

We'll be along at the Olympic Park tomorrow, and it's been interesting to see the way that the various events have unfolded around the wider London and beyond.

The road cycling in the early days was a good example, showcasing central London as well as heading out into the countryside. It's also given the weather a chance to flex, with both sunshine and enough rain to prove it's really Great Britain.


Today has been astonishing, with rowing and velodrome wins this morning followed by the excitement of the stadium athletics into the evening.

I've also been impressed with the way that the television has managed to cover every event live and have a new admiration for what can be done with the TV's red button. The BBC has managed to squeeze dozens of extra Olympic channels underneath their main ones and most of them seem to be in High Definition too.

Well, we've got our Team GB kit ready and have received the emails about the travel restrictions. It's the peak weekend and there's also the marathon blocking off most of the central area. I'm sure we will find a suitable route.

i read a comment, and am sent on an Olympian trail

I was very fortunate to have picked up Nikki-ann's comment just before I headed off to some more meetings in the distant town with a mysterious road system.

Nikki-ann had commented that if I was back there I should look out for a few other places.

Now, to be honest, I was heading back towards a motorway when I spotted the sign to Much Wenlock. "Ahah!" I thought, "that's one of the places Nikki-ann mentioned."

So I followed the signs.

Actually I didn't have a clue if it was nearby or a few country miles away. Then my sat-nav pinged up 'Much Wenlock Lane' and another place called Little Wenlock showed up on the map.

It was getting sunnier and also around lunch-time, after meetings that had started at eight o'clock, so an opportunity to flâneur.

I kept driving and found the delightful little town, which also, to my even greater delight, was the place where the modern Olympics is claimed to have originated!

Local resident Dr William Penny Brookes was a great believer in physical education and in 1850 set up the Wenlock Olympian Games. This led, via the Shropshire Games to the the National Olympian Games.

It turns out that Dr Brookes and Baron Pierre de Coubertin met several times at the Raven Hotel to talk about plans for what we now think of as the Modern Olympics and Dr Brookes is credited as a founding father of the Games.

It also turns out that there's a regular Wenlock Olympian Games which is a four-day event during the second weekend in July and a feast takes place at the Raven to celebrate. The Raven also has some display items from the Brooks and de Coubertin correspondence.

And only then did it click with me that the Olympic mascot called Wenlock is named after this founding town.

A pretty cool diversion for me on may way back home and entirely unplanned. Thank you, Nikki-ann, for this great suggestion.

digging holes in air, alone

Well, the Olympic bicycle road race didn't go quite to plan today. The Brits held together a decent pace and influence, but a slippery group managed to break away and create a somewhat unpredictable result.

The small number of riders in each team meant it would be almost impossible for a single team to control the speed of the race. Although the Brits made a gallant attempt, there was no other team prepared to help keep the main body of the riders up with the break-away leaders.

I suppose it was not that surprising, with the Brits fresh back from their overwhelmingly good results from the Tour de France. They'd planned to position the fast sprinter Mark Cavendish to whizz to the line.

Not to be though, because when a few other riders got ahead, the opportunity for another country to help out was quietly overlooked. No-one wanted to help the peloton, because all they would be doing would be to increase the British chance of victory. So they all hung back, giving the front work (making a tunnel through the air) that much more difficult for the Brits.

Still, a fascinating race, and well played Team GB.

the isle is full of noises

It looks as if my quick tour through the birthplace of industry came in useful for later in the week as we saw an idyllic and fluffy cloudy British countryside of sheep, geese, plough-horses, cricket greens and picturesque cottages get transformed by industry.

Of course I'm talking about the Olympic Opening ceremony yesterday evening, with its rather British slant and an attempt to edit thousands of years down to about an hour.

Preceding it, the GB Sports Minister managed to lose his clapper when ringing a handbell but Bradley Wiggins hit the mark on the big bell at the start of the ceremony.

Some parts might be lost on a global audience; the playing of the Shipping Forecast during the 20:12 countdown sequence, the blast of the Archers theme tune from a mini car radio; the inevitable slight pause for the drum beats of EastEnders whilst the viewpoint hovered over the Dome.

Mix in a skydiving Queen, James Bond, a choreographed NHS bed sequence, a proper Bow Bell to celebrate the East End base for the Olympic village. Pause for breath. Shakespeare, The Suffragettes, the Yarrow Crusade, J.K.Rowling reading Peter Pan, a squadron of Mary Poppins arriving by brolly, the invention of football, oh, and Tim, the creator of the World Wide Web. Even with both a mosh pit and a posh pit it was much more about everyman than about royals. It was inevitable that with so much available to include that the reduction must have been a major task in itself.

And did I spot a double-decker bus? And did I notice that it wasn't red? Maybe that's because it was drawn by horses.

Designed by Danny Boyle, to be a show that celebrated the people, it also used a genuine cast of thousands of ordinary folk.

It may not have had the same big bucks budget as the preceding Beijing ceremony, but I think it created a uniquely memorable and appropriately quirky view of the British - didn't overplay 'London', and also provided references for global viewing.

Although I can't help wonder about the voiceovers for some countries, attempting to explain some of what was happening.

I'm sure there will be some scoffers, but I'll nail my Team GB flag to the celebratory mast for this one.

And then, the march of the athletes, from something over 200 countries. Let the Games commence - Next I'll be watching the Brits cutting a leading path up to Box Hill in the cycling.

through the birthplace of industry, a little too quickly

I was back in that town with the difficult to access filling station during this week.

Actually, I sort of chickened out. Whilst still at home I checked the gauge on the car which was 'half full'. Easily enough to do the 200 or so miles to my destination. Maybe not quite enough to get back as well.

So I filled up locally, with the specific intention of not having to go all around the houses again at my destination.

It didn't stop me from a little side diversion on the way back though, to meander through the sunshine splashed Ironbridge Gorge.

The area is described as the birthplace of industry and is rich with museums and free-standing exhibits related to industrial heritage. I'd guess theres about a dozen actual venues to peruse as well as further evidence of furnaces and similar along the roadways.

On this hot day, incongruously suited and booted from my earlier meetings, I strolled across the famous iron bridge having left my car parked in a short term bay. Then onwards through Coalbrookdale, for a short stop at the Museums, which I decided were impossible in the time I'd got, but I've noted for a return visit.

I did drop into an art installation, and spotted that out here in Shropshire, it was still classed as part of 'London 2012'.

So here's a tiny taste of Core, from the digital installations of Kurt Hentschläger.

vinyl moment

I received a little unexpected gift today. The result of a Northern shopping expedition which didn't involve me. An album. Yes, vinyl. And new, a 2012 release.

Up to now the record player has been working it's way through albums from the vinyl age so a new one is an interesting turn up.

Also the cover art of the album just wouldn't work on a CD and would disappear without trace on a digital download.

Time to put the needle on the record.

ramped

I drive around London and even with the one way systems and random road closures I don't get lost very often.

Unlike the small town I drove around earlier. My benchmark tricky road system is Boston, MA, where I have got onto ramps and then been whisked to completely different parts of the city.

I have just had a similar experience in a much smaller UK town. I just wanted to get some fuel before heading back south. I could see the filling station across the seven exit roundabout. I drove towards it, but there wasn't an accessible entrance. I had to keep going.

No problem, I can turn at the next roundabout. But no, they'd built a cunning one way section to stop me.

The filling station was on the edge of a car park. There was a sign to go into the car park. I followed it.

Wrong.

It took me up a concrete ramp into an adjacent multi story car park. The concrete side walls prevent me from turning around. I had to take a ticket at the barrier and drive around the car park and then exit again back into another one way system. I idly looked for another filling station.

No, I would have to follow the road system around to the other side of the filling station which I could now see was across a different car park.

A few minutes later I could see the entrance to the car park.

Another barrier, another car park ticket.

I drove across the car park towards the filling station.

Exit the car park. A big 'No Entry' sign to the filling station.

I decided they did not want to sell me any fuel.

At Zerelda Lee's candy store

I've been on the road again this week and Tuesday mid evening I arrived and flipped on the hotel telly which was showing the latest star-hunting vortex.

A formulaic hunt for a singing Jesus, complete with a stairway to heaven.

Still, it gives an excuse to post Tom Waits' Chocolate Jesus.

tack attack at tour

My bike riding was a bit erratic in June and I've only partly picked up in July, with 118 miles in week 1 and 79 miles last week.

My mileage is nothing compared with the guys in the Tour de France, I'm only doing their 'warm down' type mileages, but I as I've set myself a 40 mile per week target then I don't feel so bad.

Today was a case in point, where I had to decide whether to go for a spin or watch the Tour on telly. I decided to go out, but still caught the end of today's bizarre stage.

I expect it will get called #tackgate or something in the reports because some of the main riders including Cadel Evans received punctures from carpet tacks strewn on the road, which really disrupted the stage.

Interestingly, a gentlemanly code of conduct kicked in. Overall race leader in the yellow jersey, the Brit Bradley Wiggins, got the whole peloton to slow down and wait for the punctured leaders to get their bikes fixed and rejoin at the right point.

Technically, it became impossible for the ones that had been sabotaged to catch up, but sporting Wiggins' decision effectively neutralised the end result where everyone (except the justifiable leaders) finished on the same positions as at the end of the prior stage.

The rest of the hundred and fifty or so riders followed the decision and even made some sprint drama for the crowds at the end of the stage without affecting the outcome.

Yes, and they cycled 191 kilometres through rain and parts of the Pyrenees for this disrupted end result. But I still have a sneaking suspicion that their legs ache less than mine at the end of today.

i see a spacecraft, but will wait for the ticket price to drop

Aside from the planes, another of the interesting things at Farnborough was the space craft. You'll spot that my picture isn't from the display area, but I think it gives more of an impression than the rather rain-swept item in the show.

Richard Branson had been in earlier in the week and is already building the second Spaceport, this time in Abu Dhabi, alongside the one already in New Mexico.

I guess both locations have the desert for very long runways and extended air traffic space for long ascents and descents.

I can't afford the ticket price for this thing (it's around US$200k) but in the scheme of things an astronaut level flight for that type of money strikes me as relatively affordable. No wonder Virgin Galactic already has more than 500 people signed up for flights.

I know it's only targeting a very low earth orbit at circa 62 miles (100km) rather than even at the 500 mile plus level where low earth orbit (LEO) satellites fly, but then I think of that picture of the Wright brothers around 10 feet above the ground in 1903 and it all starts to become quite thought provoking. And come to think of it, the LEO space is getting filled up with space junk which would need to be dodged.

Below is a short video of the testing in the Mojave desert, when the Mothership Eve (named after Branson's Mum) first lifted N33955 VSS Enterprise and then released it for a trial descent. That's the same vehicle that was in Farnborough.

Fascinating stuff and there's more in the rather glossy brochure and a link to the main Galactic website

no air exclusion here today

I saw a few different shaped planes today coincident with London getting its temporary air exclusion zone ahead of the Olympics.

The controversial tower block mounted anti-aircraft missiles are also being deployed as a further statement towards any potential trouble makers.

I'm not quite sure how a rocket launcher over the capital would work actually, in terms of detonating anything over the London skyline.

But the planes I saw today were pretty varied, from an American configured A400M Airbus, to a South Korean T50 jet and the noisy and incredibly manoeuvrable F/A 18 Super Hornet.

Yes, I had strayed into the muddy fields of Farnborough, ahead of this weekend's air show. It was fascinating to see planes being used as exhibits (like the RAF Vulcan below), then somewhat implausibly being towed onto a runway and doing a turn in the air.

Although this wasn't a main 'public' day, there was a wide variety of hardware in the sky, including some, like this Marine Corp Osprey which didn't look as if it was ever really intended to fly.

And not forgetting the extensive selection of historical planes spread around the aerodrome.

But I'll finish this short extract from my currently unsorted snapshots with another picture of the earthshaking Vulcan, this time, glinting in the sky and a link to my own mini air show pictures

security games - rapier and pillage?

I hear that the people providing security to the Olympics are falling behind with their recruitment. It's one of those stories that the TV series 'Spooks' could have used.

Instead of saying we are going to add a larger military presence to the Games because of a 'Heightened' security level, they could say that there's insufficient civilian security folk.

The sums are interesting, although no-one seems to be commenting about it. The security firm is getting paid £280,000,000 (£280 million) to provide 10,000 people. That's £28,000 per person at a simple pro-rated amount. Not their salary, of course, simply the cost of provisioning them.

Assuming all 10,000 were used for a year, thats £28k, pa, but actually most are only used for a month or less (2 months at some of the London venues).

Checking the Stratford site job adverts, the SIA badge-holder roles (e.g. to run the gates) are from 20 July to 12 September at £8-£12 per hour.

Let's assume its 40 days at £12ph = circa £4,000. Then double it for overheads and tax and stuff. £8,000. Now did I say each person was being costed at £28,000?

That creates an interesting potential surplus that should leave the main provider with some cash to pay any the fines for under-recruitment.

I also notice that the 3,500 military people to be used are reckoned to cost around £20m - At that rate 10,000 military would cost about £50m?
Someone should take a look at this example of a Government initiative being let by a private company, to another private company.