Posted: May 17, 2014 in Biographical
Tags: City, Docklands, life, London
It has been so long since my last post to this blog that I had to stop and ask myself whether or not anyone would even notice this new stirring of activity.
However, being noticed is contrary to my approach to life. So being able to randomly pour out this collection of thoughts unobserved would be as fitting as any other moment I have casually sat back and watched the whirring world pass by.
Why the unexpected post? Well – I find myself back in London, visiting family ahead of a day out tomorrow at Brands Hatch, and as usual – I find myself sitting and quite literally watching the world go by.
This time however, I can’t help but feel contented and serene as I perch on the dockside, just a stones throw away from London’s Excel exhibition centre – as I take in the breeze, the rare but welcome rays of sunshine bathing the marina and the sounds of a city alive with perpetual motion.
All around there is a sense of activity, energy and life. Whether it is the city jets on final approach to London City airport, the Emirates cable cars transporting passengers from the Docks to Greenwich and the O2 Arena or the now stationary and merely architecturally contributory remnants of the cranes that once were part of the everyday life of a city fed by the commercially vital London Docklands – life continues on it’s passage through the corridors of time.
Life goes on, time passes by and as I approach four decades of watching – I can’t help but sit back and smile.
Today we were clearing out the loft: a chore required to enable the laying of new loft insulation.
The thing about clearing out lofts; that sanctuary for the memories we have long since forgotten and the trinkets we should have long since let go into the past – is that we invariably find ourselves confronted by thoughts; hopes; anguish and desires we no longer even knew had previously existed.
I wrote these words more than a decade ago – in a Black n’ Red Ruled notebook that I kept as a record of my creative outlets.
How curious to read them now; stepping back in time – wondering what thoughts were running through my head:
I am curious to know what I will feel, in ten or so years; if I am lucky enough to live that long – when I look back over what I have written in the past two years: the blog posts you all have been so kind to read, comment on and occasionally inspire me to write.
Was I really that sad – I hear you ask; so very tired of life? Well, as much as I would dearly love to say those thoughts have completely left me, I think we both know that would be somewhat of a lie.
You see – irony of ironies; that I should come across this note, as I was only thinking yesterday of the latest scribing I wanted to record; an alternate view on the vagaries of death as opposed to life.
I dare you all to clear out your loft space. Who knows what you will all find.
“Motorsport the way it should be…”
That is what I thought as I watched the GT39’s and GT40’s. That is what I thought as the Lotus chased down the Tyrell – as the Cooper followed BRM.
That is what I thought as I watched the McLaren pass the Porsche and the Chevron inch past me as I walked my way through the paddock.
That is what I thought as the driver of the #08 GT39 spoke to me about the fluid leaking from his callipers and intracacies of getting oneself in and out of a car that stood no more than 39 inches off the ground.
The location was Brands Hatch in Kent. The weather was amazing! Whilst I was aware it was May 27th, 2012 – the exhibition on show easily transported me back through the ages; pre 1966, post 1971 – an age when motorsport was unbelievably evocative.
I stood inside the hairpin at Druids, I walked along the fencing from Paddock. I gazed off towards Graham Hill bend and listened as the cars howled into Clearways.
In an era when sports have become further and further removed from those that make up the fanbase, I urge any and everyone who has the opportunity – get down to your local circuit any time you have the chance to get up close and personal with the legendary machinery of a bygone era.
Motorsport the way it should be indeed…
Posted: May 29, 2012 in Sport, Uncategorized
Tags: Brands Hatch, BRM, Chevron, Cobra, Cooper, GT40, Lotus, Mustang, Shelby
(Blows the cobwebs away).
I am truly sorry to say that I have been remiss in my blogging responsibilities.
I am therefore, under strict instruction from Teelaine, taking the time to let you all know that I am still here and am still reading (not that I should have needed that nudge).
I started a new role in February and I have to be honest, it has taken up a little bit more mental capacity than I had anticipated.
I will try harder from this point onward to make a conscious effort to make time in my week to put some thoughts down.
However, just because I haven’t said anything doesn’t mean I am not still listening, observing, musing, considering.
Who would have thought a tiny change in life could have such an enormous impact on my social interaction?
Posted: May 4, 2012 in Biographical