1931 Young Musician of Year 2010, Wallander, Lewis, World Cricket Champs, Boy George and New Romantics

09.00 16th May 2010.There has been great joy and much satisfaction over the past days and yet a great sadness suddenly gripped me. I was thinking about a Wallander episode seen last night after and equally sad drama documentary on aspects of the life of Boy George. The highpoints were England’s win in the 20 20 World Cup Final against Australia and the Young Musician of the Year Final 2010.

15.00 It is the best day of the year for sunshine and warm temperature although there is a chill breeze outside during a walk through North Marine Park, down to Pier and as far as the half way gates which are closed when the weather makes continuing dangerous and then back through the amusement park into South Marine Park and then back up the hill home and a count of 2500 steps on the new step counter and fatness assessor. A start but a long way short of the 10000 steps a day to make the kind of difference I intended to achieve over the next six months.

09.15 In the Wallander, the Sniper, one of two episodes experienced last night, a fifteen year old perhaps sixteen year on boy set out on a killing mission in order to get close to an Eastern European crime boss, one of several who appear to have made Sweden a base for their operations. The objective is to kill the crime boss out of revenge for the death of his father. The boy is shot in the tum by one of the body guards and then goes to his isolated home where he has prisoner a young probationer policeman having said if that if he returns from his mission he will have to kill him too because he has seen his face. The dying young man cries out in the pain of his wound for his mother. What struck me was not just his pain and sadness but my own. As a young man had I been in that situation, then I would have had no one to have called out in that way. That is was I had felt at the time. Realising that caused great sadness and adds to the sense of failure in relation to my care mother. I was able to make the situation right with my birth mother over the past three years of her life.

The Wallander episode was of the usual high quality centring on the probationer policeman, Pontius, or similar name who in the previous episode, called The Leak, is accused of being timid and showing no gumption by his female partner who rushes off against orders after thieves who have robbed a security van and nearly gets both of them killed. In the Sniper Pontius who has appeared intelligently creative and studious in the past also behaves wildly putting at risk his future. The cause of his actions is the arrival of his father with the two year old son of Pontius from a marriage with someone picked by his father, an established lawyer. His former wife is also a lawyer and father wants his son to return home and work with him in his legal practice. Pontius also blames his father for the death of his mother and because of this background refuses to acknowledge his son, fearing that any relationship will entrap him back into a situation he found intolerable.

The crime story appeared complex involving a policeman from another area, his girl friend who was an associate of a criminal, a trader in guns as well as the major crime boss. How the boy was recruited to undertake the first assassination and has become such a skilled marksman is never fully explained, but it is Pontius who gets on his trail early on and nearly captures him. Just when it looks that the crime boss is going to get away with it again he is killed by the young boy. Pontius is saved and Wallander shows understanding about the young man’s predicament.

In the Leak the evidence points to information from a security firm resulting in its vehicles being attacked and robbed. The evidence also points to the young man who controls the routes which the security vehicles takes and who it caught playing online poker and attending a private poker game. In fact the young man has become an expert poker player and is making sufficient from the gambling to turn professional and leave his job with the security firm. The firm is operated by a former police colleague of Wallander who he meets at a police function. It is revealed that the boss is providing a criminal gang with the information for cash which he used to save up to retire in the sunshine with his wife. Pontius, who narrowly escapes being burned alive by the gang when he is captured at one point has managed to take a photograph which puts the police on the trail of the gang. One of the other members of the team retraces an orienteering run of a man who has been discovered shot on the shore, apparently having been swept down by the current. This policeman manages to find the hideaway which the gang have used and this leads to their capture. The wife of the security firm owner is shot by the gang leader who manages to escape capture.

Around noon watched a recording of David Miliband making his leadership speech from South Shields Town Hall. I liked most of what he said. He seemed nervous at times and made a couple of slip ups which he had to correct which helped to him along with the approach Cameron and Clegg and the new style of politics. He actually used the expression Progressive Politics which I would like to see the Party rename itself, suspecting and Cameron and Clegg will form a Progressive centre Party if they find their position is being undermined by dissenters.

The drama about aspects of the life of Boy George Alan O’Dowd was revealing as although I enjoyed the Culture Club records and was aware of his notoriety subsequently I had no knowledge of his background. He was one of six children of an Irish family although born in Bexley in 1961. There was limited information about how George became an ultra feminine homosexual and was able to join a London squat in Kentish Town with other similar orientated beings including, Marilyn (Peter Robinson) who is portrayed in the film as a feminine homosexual. In the Wikipedia notes on Marilyn it appears that he and George did not move into the squat until after they had met at the Blitz club- an establishment mainly catering for homosexuals and bisexuals who dressed up ostentatiously with extraordinary hair styles, flamboyant makeup and clothing. The film portrayed the young men in their late teens and early twenties, although I suspect many in the circle would have been younger, promiscuous and drug taking, some running away from care and other earning money as rent boys. While those able to perform as rock, punk and the new romantics quickly had the means to fund their lifestyle, it was not made clear how those like George were able to afford the clothing make up, club entrance drugs and food during the early years.

What quickly emerged in the film is that George wanted to be allowed to be himself in the world he made for himself and to be loved by one individual which eluded him. His father appears to have never given up on his son although he did not understand the whys and wherefore’s. George is said to have become a cloakroom attendant at the Blitz Club in order to survive but was sacked after the manager, Steve Strange, suspected George of stealing from the paying guests who included many notables of the day, including David Bowie and Spandau Ballet. George appears to have taken over the job when Marilyn left London for a time.

All three men have had colourful lives. In the film Marilyn goes off at one point with a wealthy young Scotsman but this relationships ends in tears as appears did the relationships of Boy George. It is known that Marilyn also worked as a cloakroom attendant at the Blitz club and possibly George took over the job when he left London for a time.

According to Wikipedia Marilyn went to live in Los Angeles in the early 80’s but then had a successful career as a solo singer after record companies tried to cash in on the popularity of Culture Club, David Bowie and such like, he became friendly with George’s brother Kevin, and he and Kevin appeared in court in 1986 charged with a heroin offence. He struggled to restart his career and after appearing in a few TV programmes about the era is said to be living quietly with his mother in North London admitting to health and financial problems.

Steve Strange born Steven John Harrington in South Wales became a singer with the group Visage but his name has remained more known for his involvement with trendy nightclubs commencing with the Blitz Club where Richard Egan was the DJ and reported to have exercised considerable influence over the creation and development of the New Romantic musical movement in the early 1980’s. Other names involved included Adam Ant, Ultra Vox, Duran Duran, the Human League with Brian Eno and Roxy Music also having an important influence.

Steve worked for Malcolm McLaren, the clothes designer with his partner Vivienne Westwood and who became the manager of the Sex Pistols and Adam Ant. At one point in the film George persuaded McLaren to give him a job as a singer in a new group but the group then persuaded McLaren to fire George before going on tour. Strange, as he liked to be called, formed Visage with Rusty Egan and Midge Ure and the band had considerable success in the early 1980’s and after leaving Blitz he and Egan ran the Camden Palace nightclub for a couple of years and then the Playground which was not successful when public and commercial interest in the New Romantics and glam rock changed. He then moved to Ibiza to become part of the early Trance club development and hosting what Wikipedia describes as exotic parties for such celebrities such as Sylvester Stallone. A heroin addict Strange suffered a nervous breakdown and over the last decade has published an autobiography and appeared on TV programmes.

While the drama concentrated on the years before the success of Culture Club there are scenes showing how his intense emotionality affected his life as a major performer and recording star. Culture Club was renamed from Sex Gang Children to reflected the English Transvestite, Jamaican-British, Jewish and Anglo Saxon mix of the band. Do you really want to hurt me was one of the early hits featured in the Drama with Karma Chameleon perhaps the most successful. Drugs commenced dominated George and his circle leading to an arrest for possession with a keyboard player dying from an overdose at George’s home The programme shows one moment of reconciliation with his father who remain steadfast in trying to help in son overcome his difficulties. He continued to record without success, wrote songs, created a fashion line, presented a radio programme became a DJ visiting continents, countries and more than thirty cities. In 2005 George was arrested while in New York and was sentenced to five days community service, a fine and ordered to attend a drug rehabilitation programme. The more recently he was found guilty of having imprisoned a male escort in his home and served fourth months of an 18th months sentence before being tagged and placed on a curfew for the balance of his sentence which is due to end over the next month or so I was left with the impression that George has rarely been happy in his life and then for only short periods which I find sad.

I only watched the early part of the Monte Carlo Grand Prix on Sunday after Jenson Button retired with an overheated engine in only the second lap. Lewis finished 5th behind the two Red Bulls in first and second position. This means that the two drivers now hold the same position in the driver’s championship with Button back to fourth behind Massa.

I was quietly confident about England’s chances in the 20 20 final in Barbados on Sunday evening, but did not expect the scoreboard to read Australia 8 runs for 3 wickets. I could not help letting a great yell when the third wicket fell, Hussey with White and then with his brother, Mike kept the Aussi’s in with a shout when they managed 147 runs for six wickets. There was a brief moment of nerves when Lumb went with only two runs on the board but then Kieswetter 63 and Petersen 47 thumped ball to take the game away and Paul Collingwood with a six and four tied the score and hit the winning run with the third ball. England had won with 7 wickets and 3 overs to spare.

I stayed up late on Saturday night watching a gothic extravaganza called Van Helsing with Hugh Jackman and Kate Beckinsale. The story is a mixture of Frankenstein and Dracula with Dracula‘s Bridge behaving as flying furies and their children causing mayhem by their thousands, Dracula has killed Frankenstein and uses his monster to awaken his children.

Van Hesling is himself a creature, but not of the dark, but none other than Gabriel who is sent by the Vatican to kill Dracula and destroy his offspring. Arriving in Transylvania he encounters Anna Valerious whose family has for generations attempted to kill Dracula and gain the means to enter heaven. Her brother was captured after saving Anna from the clutches of the Furies and changed into a werewolf. The film has made a lot of money twice its large budget but was disliked by most critics. I thought it was boring and predictable.

On Saturday evening I watched the five group winners repeat their 20 minute performances to gain a place in the final shown on Sunday. There was in fact a three month gap to enable three successful participants to prepare to perform a concerto of their choice with a full orchestras. Anna Doulas18 years had won the Brass competition and played Strauss Rondo from Concerto no 2, Saint Sans Romance in E and a piece by Krol. I thought she was good but was not in my top 3. Lucy Landymoore aged 17 years impressed me greatly with four pieces Zappa The Black age, Corea Children‘s Song no 1 Freidman Texas Hoedown which caught the attention of the audience most and Zivkovic- to the Gods of Rhythm. I was disappointed that she was unable to perform in the final under the new system although I was not unhappy that that her place went to the Flautist Emma Halnan 17 years who played In Ireland by Harty, the Largo from Bach’s Concerto in G Minor, the Spiral Lament of Clarke and 3rd movement of Suite Trois by Goard.

This brings me to two young musicians who I thought were exceptional exceptional and that one would be the winner. Callum Smart was the youngest in the final at 13 and his violin playing was not only technically perfect but he showed an emotional understanding and maturity beyond explanation. He played only two pieces Tzigane by Ravel and the Sonata no 3 by Brahms 1st Movement. He is also in this year’s final of the Yehudi Menuhin competition being held in Oslo.

And there was Lara Omeroglu playing Beethoven’s Sonata in B Flat, and Etude by Chopin and a Suite by Ginastra. It is difficult to put into words the impact this young woman has on an audience. She becomes, completely, intensely, emotionally engaged in what she is doing showing every feeling in her face and physical movement and she also immediately and totally engages the audience. In the keyboard final she faced the young individual in the competition the group finals Yuanfan Yang another prodigy destined to become a soloist and composer. He was awarded the special prize for the most outstanding competitor.
Because of the cricket on Sunday evening I decided to watch Lewis immediately following and the Young Musician on Monday morning. I enjoyed the Lewis which featured Alan Davies as a harmless conman who arranged quiz weekends at Oxford Colleges and posh nosh hotel for £500 with a prize money of £2500 which always was allegedly won by students or other employed for a fee to whom he provided the answers in advance of the various rounds of the competition. There were several red herrings and it was not possible to work out the murderer in advance other by guessing.

Previously, probably before the trips to Leeds and Nottingham, I started to watch New York New York, the 1977 Martin Scorsese film with Liza Minnelli and Robert De Nero. I was attracted because De Nero plays a jazz musician and while there was some early swing band music it was quickly evident that the jazz was not going to be at the level I had hoped in this two and half hour epic to merit staying up late.

Now the final of the Young Musician of the year which I will be listening to again and again over the remaining days when it remains available on the BBC i player as well as the semi final. KI heard the keyboard final on Monday evening. Callum Smart opened the final with the well known Violin Concerto in E minor opus 64 by Felix Mendelssohn. This is a familiar work which I have though Callum played as well as anyone two and three times his age. Clearly he has yet to have sufficient life experience to communicate emotions with a passionate intensity although he did demonstrate considerable maturity and well as technical brilliance.

However there was no inhibition about the playing of Lara Omeroglu who brought one judge to rears with her playing in the section final. To say her playing is awesome is an understatement, In fact I have no words to explain and express what happens when this young woman takes the stage. On Sunday night she performed the second piano concerto in G Minor, opus 22 by Camille Saint-Sains. Its is not a work I know I would have rushed out to buy had I listened to beforehand, or since, if it had not been for performance of Lara. She clearly has a remarkable mother who has brought up her two daughters alone since the break up of her marriage and where the elder daughter is also an accomplished Pianist attending college and has become her sister‘s biggest fan, shrieking in delight at the announcement of the winner. I was stuck how she had the same electrifying impact as Jacqueline Du Pres although hopefully not the same emotionally challenging life or tragic young ending.

1426 Lulu in the Park British Grand Prix and Wimbledon Tennis

Having gone to bed at one am and risen several times, going back to sleep, but not feeling I had done so on waking, and then getting up before six full of asleep and unhappy with myself but without any obvious cause, I knew it was not going to be the good day I hoped for. And for a time this seemed to be so.

I had problems getting online. I messed up at chess and failed to win several games at Hearts. When I did get online I learnt of the death of Clive Normby who played Jack Sugden in Emmerdale for 28 years at the age of 63, six years younger than me. I was pleased that I had rejoiced at being alive despite the uncomfortable night and that I accepted that another day of strong showers meant that that I would miss the concert of Lulu in the park.

I continued to sort and scan photos coming the last few of phase one although the task of converting slides to photos would then be a long process. I turned my attention to the British Grand Prix and the news that in 2010 the contract had been signed for a move to Donnington Park near Derby a better location from the transport viewpoint although multi million expenditure was required in order to create the latest world class racing track and facilities. The weather conditions would make the penultimate Grand Prix at Silverstone an interesting race although I was grateful I was watching from the comfort from home without the long and slow drive here, the likelihood of watching in an open stand to the weather and then the long wait to get out of the car park and the crawl for hours to get away. The team 'mate' of Louis Hamilton was on the grid first and was also first away with a member of the Red Bull Team amazingly second and Louis fourth although in the first rush he passes these to take second place challenging his team mate who refused to give way, but then did so a little later. This was a race where drivers were spinning off as they hit surface laying water, some managing to get back on the track, but several finding themselves stuck in gravel and out of the race. The main question teams and drivers faced was which tyres to use with the intermediate wet which slowed lap times by about ten second or the full wets which cut the loss of time but if the track dried there were gains for the intermediate, and losses for the wet and reverse positions if it rained significantly.

There was one significant moment for Louis as both he and his closest rival entered the pits to change tyres and refuel, but amazingly the Ferrari did not change tyres and with Louis managing to exit half a second before he commenced to move away. He hit one patch of water later on which involved a minor spin but otherwise he drove according to the weather conditions and continued to win his first British Grand Prix, the first time there has been a British winner since 2000 and with his main rivals faltering he now leads the driving championship table with two others and with the second half the series to come. My day had changed.

Although it was still cloudy with the strong possibility of rain I considered going to the Lulu concert after a quick dash to the supermarket for batteries for the slide viewer, some onions for the stir fry and some pears. I had cooked a chicken for lunch with microwaved vegetables.

I could not park below the hill so returned the car to its garage and seizing my new £4 sports umbrella then walked down looking across to the Tynemouth priory and castle and the river piers before walking through North Marine Park and across South Marine still undergoing million pound renovations and into the concert park where there was one of the biggest crows I have experienced given the weather conditions.

Around 1964 I went to the cinema in Oxford and watched a short supporting feature called something like New Faces which featured new musical talent. It ended with a fifteen year old fiery Scottish lass wearing a shimmy dress with a strong accented voice sing Shout. This was Lulu with her backing group the Luvvers. The amazing aspect of her performance to-day at the age of sixty was that has lost none of that energy and was able to persuade the usually seated and sedate family audience to get on its feet and stomp to the beat. She was supported by a strong band and to young male dancers and backing singers. It did start to spit and then drizzle and for a time umbrellas were needed but unlike previous concerts the audience stayed and were attentive. Lulu was joined by local Jarrow singer song writer John Miles who once toured with Tina Turner, and his guitarist son, which was one high spot and then when she finished her hour long performance with Shout, followed by an encore, in sudden and temporary sunshine. She has had an amazing career with a joint winner of the European Song Contest Boom Bang a Bang! After working in America she had her own TV series which ran for seven years and then co hosted Oh Boy when it was revised in the 1980's. She also appeared on the West End Stage in the 1980's with Song and Dance Andrew Lloyd Webber and the National Theatre's production of Guys and Dolls. She sang the title song for the Man with the Golden Arm and continued to appear on radio and to record singles and albums. 23 or is 24 albums have been released and she has appeared in nine films including To Sir with Love I and II. Off stage there was her much publicised marriage to Maurice Gibbs, and they remained friends after it ended. She married again, in 1977 her hairdresser and they remained together until 1991 when they separated and then divorced in 1995. There is one son from the marriage. There was also the publicised romance with David Bowie. She was involved in a major car accident which threatened her singer career but recovered to be able to entertain those of all ages to this day. While never attaining the great heights of popularity and stardom she has remained a shinning example of the Scottish and British Entertainer putting to shame the one hit youngsters who continuously flat across our horizons. She has received the O.B.E and a Honorary Doctorate of Music.

When I returned the Spaniard Rafa Nadal, the humiliating conqueror of Andy Murray in the quarter finals, was two sets up on the five times in row Wimbledon Champion Roger Federer. Then with advantage to Nadal there was a long rain interruption in the third set which went to a tie break win to Roger and as did the fourth so the match was then all square at 2 sets each. There was a further break for rain which meant that there was the prospect of the game not finishing, especially as without a tie break it subsequently continued in the gloom to 7 games each, but then Nadal achieved the break in service to take the match. These brief words do nothing to convey the longest men's final of all time, the most exciting, the most concentrated quality performance in a final there has been. The physical and mental stamina was matched by courage and extraordinary skill which left former champion Boris Becker and would be champion Tim Henman were left speechless in awe. The gulf between the best of British tennis and the world's best is there for all to see.

It had therefore become a great day but with one disappointed. Having praised Catherine Tate for her acting in Dr Who she appeared on the Graham Norton Show, always a mistake suggesting desperation by an actor seeking publicity for their work. She revealed her lack of interest or understanding about the significance of the programme, but also the approach to her work in general which is to give herself wholehearted to her role of the day and then move on oblivious to its impact which was shown by the contrast in the reception she received to the equally well known and liked James Nesbitt of Cold Feet fame and subsequent series and individual performances. Her appearance underlined the myth that all publicity is good publicity but this was only a hiccup in what had become a great day.

1704 A sporting weekend and Ruby James

After four days of lazily watching cricket I need to work but am torn between sport, sport and more sport on the TV, football, cricket, motor racing, running and more football and other TV both live and catch up, a walk in the sun, wanting to read, to plan the week ahead, and more.

The first distraction came from Ruby James asking to be added to my friends and taking the trouble to pen a note on how the request was made. I could listen her all day and she interests because the combination of the sound, and what she reveals about herself, whether intended or not. Hopefully she will find someone who will not attempt to contain or change her. She admits she only comes alive when involved in song creating and performing and while that is the most satisfying of experience any human can have it is also a cross when it comes to undertaking the normal things such as a loving relationship, children, ongoing family relationships and on going friends. The path involves constant travelling, self observed experiencing and periods of reflection, alone. Although young, you know she understands this and is prepared to pay the price, for now. For every Amy Winehouse and Janis Joplin who find fame a two edged sword, there are hundred of singers and musicians who seem able to combine making music with a satisfying life even though they are more part time than full time. MySpace provides a wonderful window into their world and at the moment I am exploring Spanish guitarists and flamenco players.

Shame on Yorkshire Cricket Club for lacking the self belief to meet the challenge set by Durham last week. Until late on Thursday the evidence was the two teams were well matched and then Yorkshire folded from 246 for five wickets to all out for 272, mainly because of a blistering attack from Steve Harmison and an accurate performance from Graham Onions with 3 for 49.

When local player Mark Stoneman was out in the first over for 0 the Leeds radio commentator got excited as he hoped this would herald a Durham collapse and nullify the 90 run first innings lead. However he had not allowed for Michael Di Venuto who last year scored 184 and then 45 not out in the same fixture, a total of 229 runs. This year he and only scored 26 runs in his first innings although had looked in command. On Friday he made 146 and until his dismissal looked as if nothing what going to stop him, making a total of 250 runs for the season so far.

Durham knew that that they needed to score quickly if on this wicket they were going to bowl out Yorkshire on the fourth day. Captain Smith 67 making 88 for the match and total of 288 runs for the season so far. With Blackwell also scoring over 250, former captain Blenkenstein contributing 100 and Mustard 135, The batting has got off to a great start.

It was the bowling where there was a question mark until Steve Harmison who had commenced to find pace and some accuracy on the Friday morning was supported by Graham Onion to wrap up the Yorkshire innings that hope emerged both for the match and the season as it is evident they are getting better with each innings performance. Durham have been noted for their poor starts to the season but the evidence, despite the one day loss and now the draw omens well.

The approach of Yorkshire was evident from the start on Saturday morning having survived four overs the night before. They offered no scoring strokes unless the bowlers were inaccurate. Everything else was defended and the bowlers had rely on getting edges which flew to where a fielder had been placed. Whereas on the Sunday and in the early pat of their first innings Yorks scored an average of five runs an over, on Saturday the rate was only two. Yet the game was of interest as the Durham bowlers attempted to force the batsman into making errors.

On Saturday I had risen early and having prepared the night before I was ready to leave so as to arrive well before the start of play. From the experience of previous years I expected the crowd to be less at weekend as Members had family commitments and would wait to see how the game progressed before committing themselves to attending. However I was unable to park in my favoured position because of the local rowing regatta. A full day of events loudly cheered by competitors and their families and friends who occupied the usual deserted river banks.

It was also warm, almost hot as the wind had dropped as I may have appeared overdressed with a coat, soft inner jacket and shirt but as the day progressed I was the one warm as the wind recommenced and the clouds rolled in and we were all reminded that this was spring and frosts were still possible at night.

On arrival I enjoyed a pan au chocolate with a cup of coffee either side, and then had two salami filled rolls with mustard for lunch followed by a fruit salad and the rest of the coffee. I had been for a cup of tea on previous afternoons but as a draw appeared inevitable and Sunderland were losing at West Brom, I indulged with a fat scone spread with raspberry jam and a thick layer of cream on each slice. It was delicious. I went outside to take a seat in the stand overlooking the wicket only to see rain bearing clouds roll over so stayed overlooking the restart from the shelter provided by the health club balcony. I waited until the rain stopped and as the shower was short there was the possibility of further play, but the inclination was to return home, which I did. and then listened to radio Leeds who were content with the draw.

The bowling deserved a better outcome. Onions was at least rewarded with 5 for 56 and a match total of 8 for 105. The most impressive performance was that of Steve Harmison whose 1 for 32 came from 28 overs which I would be surprised if was not his most economical and controlled spell for sometime. Blackwell with 21 runs from 11 overs and Thorp 18 from 11.4 all deserved wickets and the joy of winning the game. Credit to Yorkshire for their defence which I suspect would not have been the situation had Gough still been captain and he would have been unable to resist the challenge.

On Sunday morning I decided I could not bear to watch the humiliation of Sunderland losing 3.0 to West Brom after dominating most of the first half. Once West Brom scored their heads went down and there was no fight back, which was the mark of the team when Roy Keane was the manager. His appointment at the East Anglican club of Ipswich has just been announced. The present Manager Ricky Sprager seems a nice man with a footballing brain but I wonder if he will be the right man to get the team back into the Premiership if they are relegated and where some of the core players will want to move. Because of the dames which Boro have to play, the gap between the rest and West Brom and that Hull continues to lose despite their fighting endeavours I still think Newcastle and Sunderland will survive, but only just.

The sporting highlight on Sunday was the third Grand Prix win for Jenson Button in the cloudless heat of the desert track in Bahrain. Because the first two wins were in rain affected races where the steward’s safety vehicle was much in evidence and success was dependent on choosing the right tyres at the right time, this win was the more satisfying for him although as a spectacle it lacked the shunts and spills of all three previous races.

I did watch Match of the Day to confirm that the Boro had lost at Arsenal and where getting another point from their remaining games appears unlikely.

Food was disjointed on Sunday, ha ha... with the roast potatoes ready before everything else, then the portion of chicken and then some mixed beans, broad and red although I only consumed about a third of the remaining portion. Later I had the ham salad prepared for Saturday, enjoying a small piece of steak with mixed beans as an evening meal. There have been anchovies on thin crackers as a meal starter, and on Sunday there was smoked salmon with lemon droplets on thin crackers for tea. On both days of the weekend there was porridge for breakfast.