Monthly Archives: February 2012

Wednesday 5

No Blogs for the rest of the week, very busy. More next week.

Monday 5

The school run with me and Dan.

School Run

Sunday

Well, I survived the Spawn of Satan’s 5th birthday party.

We’re off for a meal at the Dodford today to celebrate Wifey’s birthday.

Saturday

Went for a nice pedal with my Old Army Buddy Simon Bloom (aka Bloomy) yesterday, he rides a very nice Specialized hardtail which I had a go on, it’s very eager to launch which is a slight difference to my FSR!

This is Bloomy, on the trail a Roman Road actually heading towards Stourbridge.

Me and Bloomy near Kinver for a photo op.  At a place called Turbine Cottage. Must research that name at some point.

At a high point above Turbine Cottage.

The trail did get a bit wrecked in places due to the plethora of nags in the area. Check the photo out below!

That’s my front wheel going nowhere fast!

A very enjoyable couple of hours out, chatting and catching up as we pedalled. Great to see Simon again and recall past glories!

Today is a double whammy. It’s Wifey’s Birthday and we’re holding The Spawn of Satan’s 5th birthday party today too. TAKE COVER!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

Friday 4

Yesterday me and the kids drove the half an hour up the road to RAF Cosford which is a rarity these days, a still open operational RAF Station and home of the RAF Museum Cosford.

I’ve been loads of times being the huge Aircraft and History Geek that I am, but it was a first for Dan, but not Fay as she’s flown from there as a member of the ATC. (Air Cadets).

The beauty of the Museum is that it’s free and as I’m a bit financially embarrassed due to being temporarily unemployed it’s a great half term option for a day out.

We spent a good few happy hours there and had a picnic. I’d recommend the place to anyone. A few photos below.

Museum Entrance

Aerodynamic education!

Dan flying a Spitfire…

Above is a TSR2, one of the Labour Government’s of the 1960’s greatest crimes. Cancelling this world beating aircraft.

A Messerschmitt Me 163 Komet, a revolutionary rocket powered aircraft that served the Luftwaffe at the end of WW2. It had an embarrassing habit of desolving its pilots alive if it suffered too a heavy a landing and fracturing its fuel tanks which contained the highly corrosive fuel called T-STOFF.

A Pucara captured during the Falklands War of 1982. Quite apt I’m showing it here as there seems to be a bit of tension growing between us and the Argentinians over the sovereignty of the Islands again.

An Avro Lincoln, successor to the mighty Lancaster. My Dad when he was in the RAF saw these birds fly their last operational mission in Malaya in the 1950s against Communist terrorists during the Malayan Emergency.

Dan at the arse end of the Lincolns Bomb Bay!

One of my favourite all time Aircraft, The DeHavilland Mosquito , the Museum’s Mosquito is done out to represent the aircraft Wing Commander Guy Gibson VC was killed in.

Cosford has a relatively new hangar dedicated to the Cold War, which is quite nice for me as I spent most of my military career training to fight the Warsaw Pact hordes massing just over the other side of the Inner German Border. Well I say fight, staying alive for the predicted few hours after we started transmitting from our relay wagons was the aim. Then smearing on the factor 2,500 and waiting for the cans of instant sunshine to be deployed by the Sovs. the business end of a Mig 21 above.

And speaking of cans of instant sunshine, a Submarine Launched Ballistic missile and it’s “Technical package” below.

Let’s hear it for Ronald Reagan, the man who won the Cold War without frying the world!

The bomb bay of a Vulcan Bomber.

Just check this out. What an inspired way to display the EE Lightning!

Even today, this mean machine from the 50s will out sprint all modern fighter jets, pity it was so thirsty and had the endurance of me on a particularly bad day!

Imagine the dancing diamonds blasting out the back of these 2 babies!

Here’s something I forgot was here at Cosford.

James May’s 1:1 scale Spitfire from his BBC2 program Toy Stories. It looks pretty good actually!

Fay and Dan by a Red Arrow’s Folland Gnat.

And the final aircraft, a still serving C130 parked up at the maintenance unit for work.

If you’re in the area, well worth a visit. Plus all of the other Telford Museums are not far away. Ironbridge with all of it’s industrial heritage is a must.

Thursday 4

Off out with the kids today, to a place that’s half an hour away and free! More on this with pics tomorrow.

Wednesday 4

Signing on today, and a job search review whatever that is…

Tuesday 4

Went to see my Rugby buddy Daz about plans for next season, then off down the club to fix our kit locker. All with Dan in tow. Arrived back home and have just spent 2 hours cleaning our car inside and out.

Rugby Football Union

If you’re a regular around these parts then you’ll know that my first love is Rugby. Rugby Union to be precise.

So, with the fact that it is the 6 Nations Tournament at the moment and I’m concious that some of the visitors here might not have a Scooby of what I’m on about here is a Dummies Guide.

England has always played Football. Association Football to be precise, or Soccer. Indeed so popular was Soccer with the masses that Henry the 8th famously tried to make it illegal as it was interfereing with compulsory Archery practice!

So that was England’s most popular ball game, it still is by a long way, but then a famous bit of illegal play in a game of Soccer is said to have been the start of the game called “Rugby Football.”

This has in fact gone down in Legend and nobody has been able to substantiate the claim, but it’s a wonderful tale and I will take it as fact because it is so emotive.

In 1823 a boy called William Webb Ellis was playing Soccer and instead of using his feet he picked up the ball and ran with it. He was a pupil at Rugby School hence the name of my beloved game, Rugby Football. It is said that this was the origin of the game.

Whatever the truth it is now the foundation of the Worlds 3rd largest sporting event behind the Olympics and the Football World Cup. That of the Rugby World Cup. Where the protagonists play for the William Webb Ellis Trophy.

The photo above is  taken on the happiest day of my life, when England won the World Cup with Martin Johnson lifting the William Webb  Ellis Trophy in Sydney Australia in 2003.

The game progressed slowly with local clubs forming in the regions. To save the detail it was played in England by mainly Southern Middle Class ex public school boys and working class Northern Men.

The famous split in the game came when the Northerners were beating the soft southerners hands down all over the place, but as the game was resolutely amateur they were losing wages by actually playing game. This wasn’t good enough and quite clearly unsustainable for the working class lads so they asked to be paid reasonable expenses.

The mainly southern influenced Rugby Union steadfastly refused their request. So the Northern Clubs from Yorkshire and Lancashire stuck their two fingers up at the Wealthy Southern Clubs and the Rugby Union and formed their own Professional League. They called it Rugby League and it became a very different game from the Amateur Rugby Union.

The main differences are as follows.

League has 13 players, Union has 15 players.

League has 6 separate goes with possession to score, Union can carry on until they lose the ball.

League Scrums are non-combative, Union Scrums are competitive.

When tackled in League you keep the ball (for 6 tackles as above), when tackled in Union the opposition can fight for the ball.

Both games have their good and bad points, but since Rugby Union went professional in 1995 after the Rugby World Cup in South Africa, Rugby Union has become a much faster game, mainly due to the fitness of the athletes taking part.

Both Union and League are international sports, but Union is by far the bigger game. League is played seriously in the North of England and mainly in Australia. I will get called out on that statement (I am generalising to make a point!) but that’s pretty much the truth, I know League is played in most of the Union playing countires, but not in as many numbers and not at such a high level which attracts spectators or sponsors.

I played Soccer at Junior School, then I passed my 11 plus exam and was selected to go to Grammar School. Imagine my shock when in 1975 I arrived there to find no Football goals only weird H shaped posts on the playing fields!

So they played something called Rugby Union and I was immediatley plonked in the front row of the scrum. The selection of playing positions went like this.

“Chapman – stand in between the other 2 fat bastards!” So spoke our games master John Shakespeare on a wet September Monday morning. And that was me at the age of 11 years put in a place where I would stay for the rest of my rugby playing life playing a position called Hooker. Basically it means I had to “Hook” the ball back with my feet in a scrum.

I immediately took to the game, I soon forgot Soccer and it was the main thing I took from my time at School and it has shaped my life to what it is now. I have so much to thank the game for and it is one of the reasons I coach now, just to stay involved and give something back.

 

 

 

Monday 4

Half Term already here in England, that means it’s a week of keeping the kids happy along with job hunting. Good luck to me.