Showing posts with label Cardiff Bay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cardiff Bay. Show all posts

Saturday, 21 July 2012

Briefs...

Hailing from Brisbane, Briefs are a boylesque troupe of Australian beefcake, wrapped up in glitter, feathers and fluff; they are currently appearing at Cardiff's Blysh Festival hosted at the WMC.

Their performance is a remarkable mix of foul mouthed cabaret with an added splash of circus and a generous orgasmic squirt of camp. Muscles are flexed, eyelashes are batted, buttocks are clenched and tongues are firmly placed in cheeks. I guarantee that you've never seen anything like it!

I've been to a number of Blysh Festival performances over the past few years and I've seen a number of cabaret acts. I've never been disappointed but Briefs' performance last night moved things to a new high. They have certainly raised the bar.

I, along with everyone else at last night's performance, laughed like a drain from beginning to end; marveling at these boys' athleticism and irreverent wit whilst ogling their beefcake, buffed up bodies.

If you like a bit of camp, if you enjoy cabaret, if you've got a sense of humour or even if, at some basic level, you consider yourself to be alive; beg, steal or borrow to get a ticket to see this life affirming spectacle. They've got one final performance in Cardiff tonight before continuing with their UK tour.

Go and see them; you won't be disappointed. Promise.

1 Year Ago:Elaine Carmody fights for your rights...

Run 20/07/2012 17:14
Distance5:16 kmTime29:35
Pace5:44 min/kmCadence80 spm
Comments: Sunny.

Run 18/07/2012 17:19
Distance5.02 kmTime27:33
Pace5:29 min/kmCadence81 spm
Comments: Sunny.

Tuesday, 26 June 2012

Taste the difference...

After my swim tonight I called in at Morrisons on my bike ride home. I usually go to Asda but it's further away and given that it was a bit drizzly and... blah... blah... blah... Anyway, I dropped in at Morrisons for a change.

Coasting up and down the aisles and singing along to the piped music, "...Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya. All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka-ya-ya..." my head was turned once, twice and once again. The eye-candy at Morrisons in Cardiff Bay is certainly attention grabbing. I don't think I've ever scored so high playing Hotty or Notty.

I couldn't help but compare it to my usual Asda experience, which, let's face it, is a little chavvy. It's not a great range on offer and the quality can be questionable - unless you happen to have a fetish for scrawny scally lads or big women in leggings. I'm pleased to say that neither appeals to me.

It was at that point that I heard my name being called. I stopped ogling and singing along to Kate Bush and turned to see a friend from work, Leah. I hope she didn't spot me totty watching...?

Thursday, 7 June 2012

Now is the winter of our discontent...?

I'm a fair weather cyclist but enjoy running in any weather. In fact, I quite like running in the rain, I find it quite invigorating when it's windy and, after the initial sting, hailstones have a burn to them that's quite pleasant. As much fun as it was to run in these conditions in the Winter, it's not the sort of weather I've come to expect in June.

Tonight's run consisted of all of the above weather elements. I knew it was quite blustery from looking out the window before setting off. However, I bore the full force of those winds once out on the bridge crossing the Taff. It was at this point I was pelted with hailstones. My legs were numb and my bald head frozen. Some 15 minutes later as the hailstones subsided, a downpour of rain started.

As I returned to Mermaid Quay I could do nothing but grin in response to this wintery weather. As tourists bolted for shelter, I skirted the Oval Basin, drenched and sporting the widest lunatic grin I could muster. Whilst I might feel a little short changed, were I on holiday in Cardiff Bay today; as someone who lives here and enjoys a run after work to unwind, all I felt was glad to be alive.
Today's run at 17:16
Distance5.16 kmTime28:57
Pace5:37 min/kmCadence81 spm
Comments: Windy and rainy with hailstones.

Monday, 4 June 2012

Running in the Bay...

I went for a run late this afternoon and there were so many people running in the Bay. I think I've mentioned here before that normally, I don't see that many runners, however... This afternoon must have been designated "go for a run around Cardiff Bay afternoon".

It seemed that everyone just slipped on a pair of daps and started running in random directions. There were those in the latest Nike kit complete with their sweat bands and running bottles, those who were just making do in an old pair of pumps and an unwashed t-shirt and everyone else inbetween.

As much as it's lovely to see other runners, I think, on balance, I prefer it when it's a bit quieter.
Today's run at 16:50
Distance5.01 kmTime26:49
Pace5:21 min/kmCadence79 spm
Comments: Bright.

Sunday, 27 May 2012

You could say I'm a bit of a fan...

I'm off to see Philip Glass along with the Kronos Quartet perform Glass' score to Dracula at the Wales Millennium Centre in Cardiff Bay tonight.

I sometimes hear music snobs diminish his work; the kind of people who link commercial success with lack of depth and talent. These are the kind of people who rate an artist on their poverty and suffering; as if living in a garret and being misunderstood is a prerequisite of true artistry. It's a romanticised and pubescent view of what it is to be an artist; the sort of statement you'd expect from a sixth former who's just discovered Thomas Chatterton.

I've seen Glass perform a number of times before. I've always liked his music; indeed, from the time I was a sixth former discovering Thomas Chatterton. I first saw him perform live back in the 90s when he did La Belle et la Bête at the Royal Festival Hall. Next, I saw him do his Solo Piano tour at St David's Hall in Cardiff and then I saw him do a live rendition of his original score for Koyaanisqatsi at the Wales Millennium Centre a couple of years ago. You could say I'm a bit of a fan.

Here's the Philip Glass YouTube page. Enjoy.

Friday, 25 May 2012

Chavs and scallies...

Is it perverted of me to think that one of the benefits of this wonderful weather we're having right now is the amount of male flesh on show? Most of it, admittedly, is chav flesh and scally flesh but a welcome sight all the same.

Whilst out running through the Bay tonight I passed two different groups of lads in their 20s; tops off, broad grins and jeans slung low. I nearly knocked myself out looking at the first group by almost running into a lamppost. That wouldn't have done what little street cred I have any good.

Running past the second group a kilometer on, I couldn't help but notice how relaxed and at ease they were. Much easier and more comfortable in their skins than I ever was or, for that matter, could ever hope to be. I was envious.

You'd expect education and culture to bring you a certain poise and surety but the easy confidence exuded by these guys knock my efforts into touch.
Today's run at 17:17
Distance5.03 kmTime28:47
Pace5:42 min/kmCadence80 spm
Comments: Warm and sunny.

Thursday, 24 May 2012

Like tadpoles in a shrinking puddle...

A slow start for the sunny weather today. A haze drew itself over Cardiff until lunchtime but then it lifted revealing a wonderful Summer's day. After a lovely bike ride home with the sun on my back, I cycled on to Cardiff International Pool for a swim. The thought of slipping into that cool water was tempting and just what I needed to splash away my cares.

After changing I walked into the pool area and looked for a lane that seemed less busy than the others. I jumped in and that cool water took my breath away. Bobbing back to the surface I then clung to the side of the pool to adjust my goggles. One of the attendants shouted over that I'd have to move into the next lane as the one Id chosen was being used for swimming lessons. I asked him how many lanes were available for public swimming. Three was the answer.

I looked at the guy to my right in my lane and then looked at the guy to the left in my lane. We tutted and commented on how ridiculous this was. The three lanes soon became very full indeed. People were becoming very tetchy and understandably so. I managed to accidentally hit someone again as I passed them. Space was at a premium

With two or three people in a lane you can overtake if you need to when you're swimming at a faster pace than the one in front. Any more than three in a lane and it's difficult to overtake. Accidents happen and swimmers become frustrated when they're tickling the feet of the swimmer in front.

I complained to the manager as I was leaving. I wasn't the only one.

Monday, 21 May 2012

Finally...

It seems that summer has finally arrived. Cardiff basked in sunshine throughout today; hazy at times but sunshine nonetheless. After what has seemed like the longest spell of cold and damp weather ever, today's warmth was a tonic.

I cycled into work today, which always puts me in a good mood and, although I didn't get much of a chance to enjoy the sun on my face during the day, it was pleasant to emerge into it at home time this evening. My journey home was a joy in the warm breeze, made all the more pleasant by my bike ride back to the Bay.

And for tonight's run, I decided to try a course I'd never run before; the final leg of which saw me jogging down Boy George (Lloyd George) Avenue in the dappled sunshine. It certainly puts a spring in your step.

I finally topped today off with a new potato and egg salad in my determination to enjoy this long awaited seasonal weather. Well, you never know how long it's gonna last.
Today's run at 18:05
Distance5.01 kmTime27:28
Pace5:29 min/kmCadence81 spm
Comments: Bright and sunny.

Saturday, 12 May 2012

Have you seen my vastus medialis...?

A lovely 5km run around the Bay this morning. The sun was shining and it was still early enough to be quite peaceful and still; before the crowds descend - as they invariably do on weekends when the weather is good.

I haven't run since last Sunday because I've had a bit of a knee twinge thing going on (technical term). It's felt very similar to the early stages of the problems I had with my knee over two years ago. It's not been painful but a little uncomfortable when going up and down stairs. But then, that's how it started last time.

That episode stopped me running for a month or more and involved regular visits to the physio to get it sorted. This week I've been swimming instead and doing the leg exercises the physio prescribed two years ago. The exercises involve building up the Vastus Medialis (sometimes known as the teardrop muscle) on my right leg.

And the reason I need to concentrate on this muscle in particular? Having dislocated my right hip when I was 18 and then badly broken my right ankle 5 years ago which required surgery to pin and plate my fibula; my right leg is weaker than my left and because of that my knee is prone to track incorrectly - building up my Vastus Medialis corrects that.

I'm pleased to announce that the exercises are paying off; this morning's run caused me no pain, not even the slightest knee twinge thing going on...
Today's run at 7:45
Distance5.01 kmTime27:10
Pace5:25 min/kmCadence83 spm
Comments: Bright and sunny.

Saturday, 21 April 2012

Observations whilst running...

I'm glad I managed to haul my lazy carcass from my pit this morning and go for a pre-breakfast run. The sky was blue and the sun was shining and, if you ignored the chill air, it felt like Summer had arrived. There was much quacking and squawking from the birds in the Bay. Many of the larger trees have started to bud and the smaller trees and shrubs are almost in full leaf. Everything looked very green and Spring like.

One thing that seems to irritate me most and really tests my patience these days is lack of spatial awareness. People that take up the whole pavement, who refuse to let others through, who make large and sudden movements with no regard for those around them, who don't adjust their pace or space to accommodate others; I think it shows lack of consideration for everyone else. As I ran this morning, a cyclist coming towards me on the pavement refused to move in a little to allow us both to pass each other. There was room; all he needed to do was move a foot to the right. In the end I was forced to run in the road to allow him to cycle on the pavement. I hissed "Cock!" at him as I passed, which made me feel better.

I've always been a bit nervous of dogs. I was attacked by a dog when I was a kid and since then I've always been a bit wary of them. As I ran between two guys who were chatting whilst out walking their respective mutts this morning, the dogs decided to fight at the very moment I passed; both dogs straining at the leash and me with my heart in my mouth in the middle. If I'd been wearing my heart rate monitor strap, the spike at that moment would've been off the page.

My run this morning took me past Harry Ramsden's in the Bay. They have posters everywhere promoting vitamin C and on their website they boast, "It may also surprise you that a portion of chips is very a (sic) good source of vitamin C". While this may well be true, I think there are possibly better ways to ensure you're getting your recommended levels. Claiming that chips are a good source of vitamin C is a bit like claiming that cigarettes are a good source of fibre; true but a little disingenuous.
Today's run at 8:25
Distance5.21 kmTime28:35
Pace5:30 min/kmCadence82 spm
Comments: Sunny & clear.

Sunday, 1 April 2012

A Spring day...

What a beautiful day! From headlines I'd read in the papers yesterday flying home, I'd been expecting plummeting temperatures and grey skies but Cardiff was sunny and (for early April) warm. You can't believe everything you read, can you? It was certainly warm enough to wear shorts. So that is exactly what I did.

After a lazy, slow and late breakfast I headed over to see Jaime, as I'd not seen her in a while. We sat in her sun trap of a garden drinking tea, soaking up the sun and catching up on news and gossip, after which I cycled over to the supermarket to pick up some food. After returning and filling up the fridge, I cycled out onto the barrage. It was packed with families, couples, joggers and cyclists.

It's not so bad being back home on a day like today...
Today's run at 17:31
Distance4.02 kmTime22:31
Pace5:36 min/kmCadenceUnavailable
Comments: Warm & sunny.

Saturday, 17 March 2012

Zut alors...!

I don't get French; it's like a foreign language to me. I studied it for two years whilst in school before admitting defeat. I couldn't pronounce its nasal twangs and I didn't understand its grammar. I still can't and don't.

Cardiff, this weekend is awash with the bouquet of Bordeaux and awhiff with the fume of Gitanes. The soundtrack is the babble of expressive chatter in a gallic tongue. As I ran this morning, I couldn't help but notice an air of sophistication in the Bay, with groups of French fans enjoying the early morning Cardiff sunshine. I swear I saw Maurice Chevalier and Édith Piaf by the Norwegian Church.

Judging by the barriers I saw outside outside St David's Hotel and the hoards of blue clad men looking like the cast of Asterix the Gaul, I'd say that the French rugby team are encamped there for this weekend's Six Nations match against Wales. By the time many of you read this, the match will be over and Wales will be Grand Slam winners of the Six Nations, or not.

There is, in my mind, a difference to rugby games involving the French. I'm not talking about the behaviour of the players on the pitch but the behaviour of the fans during the weekend around the game. They are more like tournaments than matches. There is a relaxed loucheness that is unattainable in the routs with our Celtic cousins and a gentrification that is only aspirational in the clashes with our Anglo Saxon opposites.

I'll leave you with this: Your Mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.
Today's run at 08:24
Distance4.01 kmTime23:19
Pace5:49 min/kmCadence81 spm
Comments: Bright.

Saturday, 3 March 2012

Horst Buchholz made me gay...

Horst Buchholz died 9 years ago today. He was born in Germany 1933 and died aged 69 on March 3rd 2003. He had a beauty that was strangely modern - the picture to the right was taken, I think, during the 1950's. You'd be forgiven for thinking that it was taken during the 1980's.

He appeared in many films, most notably as Chico in The Magnificent Seven. But it is for his appearance in another film that I love him. In 1959 he appeared in Tiger Bay alongside John Mills and his daughter, Hayley Mills, in her debut picture. The film follows the story of a Polish sailor (Korchinsky), played by Horst Buchholz, who shoots his girlfriend whilst on shore leave in Cardiff and is helped whilst on the run by a young girl played by Hayley Mills - the only witness to the murder.

It's a highly entertaining film and has an added interest for me in that it's set in a now long disappeared Cardiff of the 1950's. More specifically, the main backdrop for the film is Cardiff's docklands, once known as Tiger Bay but now called Cardiff Bay, which is where I now live.

I first saw the film when I was eight or nine years old and I remember being fascinated by it. Of course, at that time, it was not the location that interested me as I didn't move to Cardiff's docks until the 1990s. No, I was fascinated, enraptured, besotted even by this man's beauty. Before I had the faintest inkling that I was gay; in all innocence - I fell in love with a Polish sailor called Korchinsky. I never tire of watching the film.

It's almost as if Buchholz shaped my idea of male beauty entering my imagination as he did at such an early age. How interesting to now learn that he was bisexual. Here's a clip from the film Tiger Bay. The area where this scene was filmed is now known as Mermaid Quay; how times change.

R.I.P. Horst Buchholz.
Today's run at 08:29
Distance4.01 kmTime22:45
Pace5:40 min/kmCadence82 spm
Comments: Sunny, blustery, cold.

Friday, 2 March 2012

Three unconnected things...

1. My local police station is far from the suburban local police station you might expect. No. When I first moved to the Bay it was little more than a two story portakabin; today it is a multi story monster of a building, housing the Eastern Divisional Headquarters of South Wales Police.

I happened to look up to the roof as I was passing earlier in the week and couldn't help noticing a rainbow flag flying. How times have changed; I remember when they arrested us homos for holding hands and dispatched mounted police to contain us as we protested against the spiteful Section 28 in the late 80s.

2. Splott is an area of Cardiff, the name of which some people think is derived from a truncation of God's Plot. It isn't; it's from an Old English word meaning speck or plot.

On my way home tonight, I saw a sign for Splott Sunday Market; except it doesn't appear to occur on a Sunday...?

3. One of the routes I take for running takes me past the entrance to St David's Hotel in the Bay. Madonna camped out here while she rehearsed for her Sticky & Sweet stadium tour, which she opened in Cardiff's Millennium Stadium in 2009. I didn't see her once during her stay - not even out jogging through the Bay with her bodyguards. I often hear of international sports teams staying here but, again, I've never actually seen any of them.

On tonight's run, I'm please to say that I was lucky enough to whizz past Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen as he made his way to reception. At last, I can die happy.

I hope I haven't spoiled the surprise make-over anyone was planning for me?
Today's run at 17:57
Distance4.01 kmTime21:29
Pace5:21 min/kmCadence82 spm
Comments: Clear.

Saturday, 25 February 2012

Triple Crown...

What a wonderful, heart in the mouth, happy, exciting, intense, controversial, stressful, thrilling, relentless, unpredictable, pressured, frantic, ferocious, frenetic, heart stopping, Triple Crown winning, success of a match that was for Wales.

An enjoyable afternoon watching Wales win over England in the pub with friends.
Today's run at 15:26
Distance3.99 kmTime21:41
Pace5:26 min/kmCadence80 spm
Comments: Clear and sunny.

Sunday, 19 February 2012

54321...

I woke up early this morning; earlier than I'd ideally like for a Sunday, anyway. There's only one course of action when you are awake at 7am on the weekend and that's to go for a run. I'm not a huge fan of morning runs but they have their advantages: few people, little traffic and often good weather.

This morning's run took in Cardiff's Boy George Avenue (Lloyd George Av for the uninitiated). The sky was blue, the sun was shining and there was so little traffic I could have run on the road, however, there were quite a few people about - more than I'd expect for 8am on a Sunday morning.

I counted 5 people who looked as if they were walking into work, 4 people out walking their dogs, 3 joggers, 2 guys in t-shirts doing the walk of shame home and 1 guy on a bike with a fishing rod.

Imagine; if I hadn't woken up early I'd've missed all that...
Today's run at 07:52
Distance4.02 kmTime22:52
Pace5:42 min/kmCadence81 spm
Comments: Cold, clear and sunny.

Friday, 27 January 2012

The Big Windsor...

There's a plaque on the front of The Windsor Hotel in Cardiff Bay that comemorates the French chef who worked there after the War. It reads:

IN THE DIFFICULT
DAYS FOLLOWING
THE WAR 1939-45
ABEL
MAGNERON
1890-1954
HERE ACHIEVED
A GASTRONOMIC
STANDARD WHICH
CONTRIBUTED TO
THE FURTHER GLORY
OF THE
ENTENTE CORDIALE


The Big Windsor, as it used to be known and still is by some in the docks, was a popular local pub but also attracted visitors from further afield, some of them quite well known: Noel Coward, Katherine Hepburn, Kenneth Moore and Hugh Griffiths - to name a few.

It was refurbished some time ago and transformed into an Indian restaurant after lying derelict for years.
Today's run at 16:52
Distance4.02 kmTime21:47
Pace5:25 min/kmCadence82 spm
Comments: Clear. Cold.

Thursday, 26 January 2012

Lynette White...

It's always a bit weird when you can remember exactly what you were doing on a certain day a year or two ago. I'm not talking about red letter days such as birthdays or Christmas but ordinary days. It's a rarity indeed when that day was 5 or 10 years ago.

I can remember exactly what I was doing on February 14th 1988 (nearly 24 years ago) and the reason for that is because it was the day that Lynette White, a Cardiff prostitute, was murdered after being stabbed more than 50 times in a docks flat here in Cardiff.

I was working in the area on that day and was subsequently interviewed by the police; not as a suspect but as a potential witness. As it turned out, I disappointed them because I only left the office once and for a short period only. I saw nothing.

Over the years there have been numerous occasions to remember that day; there have been 3 murder trials, 1 appeal, 1 IPCC investigation, 1 perjury trial and 1 police corruption trial. These have all made headlines in South Wales with all the Welsh news channels giving them plenty of airtime.

The corruption trial collapsed in November 2011 because it was discovered that vital documents had been destroyed. The judge ordered that the officers be acquitted because a fair trial without the missing documents would not have been possible.

Today, it has been announced, those documents have been found and a review has been ordered by Director of Public Prosecutions.
Today's run at 17:51
Distance4.00 kmTime22:07
Pace5:31 min/kmCadence83 spm
Comments: Cloudy. Cold.

Tuesday, 10 January 2012

Where car is king...

As I was walking to the bus stop this morning, I couldn't help but notice how busy the roads were. I then noticed that James Street in the Bay was cordoned off. You couldn't see much from where I was standing but the big yellow sign said Road Closed. Police Incident. On my return from work tonight, James Street was still closed.

Reading the news, I see that the police are investigating a fatal car crash in the Cardiff Bay area at 3am this morning. After failing to stop for a marked police car, the 22 year old driver of a Fiat collided with a pedestrian, 25 year old Kyle Griffith, who later died from his injuries in hospital. The driver, who is suspected of being under the influence of alcohol or drugs at the time of the incident, was re-arrested this evening on suspicion of murder.

We live in a society where people in bars on Friday nights joke about five and drive, where pedestrians are thought of as nuisances and cyclists even worse and where drivers complain about speed cameras and talk of strategies to avoid them. Is it just me or have we got our priorities a little mixed up...?
Today's run at 18:08
Distance4.06 kmTime21:45
Pace5:22 min/kmCadence81 spm
Comments: Drizzle.

Wednesday, 4 January 2012

Writer's block...

There's not a thought in my head; the cupboard is bare. The harder I try and think about what to write tonight the tighter and more constrained I feel.  I couldn't write a post for this blog tonight if my life depended on it. I can think of nothing that interests me, nor is likely to interest you. Do I have writer's block...?

According to Wikipedia's article on writer's block, it is a condition
In which an author loses the ability to produce new work. The condition varies widely in intensity. It can be trivial, a temporary difficulty in dealing with the task at hand. At the other extreme, some "blocked" writers have been unable to work for years on end, and some have even abandoned their careers.

Leo Tolstoy, Virginia Woolf, Katherine Mansfield, Joseph Conrad, Ernest Hemingway all suffered from writer's block. Andrew Motion revealed how it had struck in the middle of his laureateship, and how he was not prepared for the isolation of the job. Philip Lrkin suffered intermittently with it, saying, "I haven't given poetry up; poetry has given me up." Isaac Asimov, it is said, "had writer's block once. It was the worst ten minutes of his life."

American poet, William Stafford, is attributed with saying: "There is no such thing as writer's block for writers whose standards are low enough." He wasn't advocating writing any old rubbish but that writer's often take themselves too seriously and are too self critical. It's a form of self censorship; nothing is considered quite up to the mark and therefore, quite soon, the writer has stymied themselves into silence. Checkmate.

There is much advice on how to climb out of that dried up inkwell you've fallen into, such as to just start writing anything. Sure, much will be drivel but the physical act of writing will start the literary juices flowing. Another remedy is to do something physical like going to the gym or going for a run or a swim. Agatha Christie swore by her own cure of eating apples in the bath. None has been proven to work.

Of course not all writers suffer chronically with it, although, I suspect all writers experience the occasional bout from time to time. Except, that is, Will Self, if he's to be believed, "I have never experienced writer's block. Writing is a muscular action and, like any other, all you need to do is exercise the muscles. I don't even think of it as writing – it's typing."

There are a collection of apartments in Cardiff Bay in which the BBC houses some of its writers when they are working on BBC Wales productions. Russel T Davies (Queer As Folk, Dr Who and Torchwood) lived there for a few years. Each time I pass it on my run I smile when I remember that it became known at this time as Writer's Block.
Today's run at 17:49
Distance4.02 kmTime22:39
Pace5:39 min/kmCadence80 spm
Comments: Very windy. Raining. Mild backache.