I am truly savouring the sheer joy of being able to lounge around and catch up on all the terrific reads that were kindly given to me as Christmas gifts.
It certainly takes me some effort not to feel guilty when doing nought but read.
Why is reading often seen as 'doing nothing' as opposed to doing 'something', whatever that may be?
Is it me, or do my fellow bloggers share similar feelings? I'm sure it has nothing to do with the way I was raised, my parents were both avid readers. Does it have its origins in modern society? I dont know, but I would like to hear any views that you may have.
Anyway, I am currently reading the above book by Michael Greenberg and enjoying every page of the book....
The Washington Post describes Greenberg as, 'a poet of New York, evoking in these fleeting pieces the city in all its scuffed and squalid grandeur'.
...or in literal English....right champion see you...but in the dialect of the north of England it means well done, or didn't things turn out well?
Last evening I sat down and watched the early 80's movie Champions and as usual I ended up with a happy tear in my eye.
The film, which stars John Hurt, together with a glorious array of actors, tells the story of the jockey Bob Champion and his amazing horse Aldiniti...If you do watch the movie a warning...it does show snippets of horses falling, which every year prompts a call for the Grand National race to be stopped....
Legendary jockey Bob Champion overcame impossible odds to achieve his dreams. His determination and dedication continue to inspire athletes many years after his Grand National win.
True sporting legends are usually made, not born. A few greats have been destined for fame since birth though. Bob Champion is one of these natural-born legends, but his courage and dedication are the qualities for which he is most admired.
In 1979, Bob Champion was diagnosed with testicular cancer. In true Champion fashion, Bob refused to believe that his doctors were correct. He stubbornly insisted that there was a mistake in the diagnosis.
The diagnosis wasn't wrong. Doctors gave Champion a maximum of eight months to live, with only a 40 percent chance of survival. Things looked grim, but he was given a second chance. An extremely aggressive program of chemotherapy, if begun immediately, might just beat the odds. Champion agreed to begin the treatment the very same day.
Unfortunately, Champion's treatment had not been easy on his body. A large-scale infection nearly claimed his life and he was forced to put off his Grand National ambitions temporarily.
Champion was soon recovering from his various hardships and back in training. In 1981, he rode Aldaniti in the Grand National. The two were a perfect pair: both hard-working, stubborn and recovering from serious health problems. Champion's cancer and Aldaniti's three leg injuries caused almost everyone to speculate that the team wouldn't get near the winner's circle.
The two survivors melded on the Aintree Racecourse that April day in 1981. Their victory is one of the most memorable and emotional moments ever to be recorded in horse racing. Coming in four-and-a-half lengths ahead of the competition, Champion and Aldaniti beat the odds and made history.
After his Grand National championship, Bob Champion continued to race and win until 1983. By that time, he had approximately 500 wins to his credit. After leaving racing, he focused his energy on training horses and running the Bob Champion Cancer Trust. The charity has raised millions of pounds for cancer research and Champion continues to raise funds for it to this day.
Although Aldaniti died in 1997 and Bob Champion retired from training horses in 1999, they are both legends of the horse racing world. Their legacy is a sense of hope for all those who follow in their paths. They taught us that, even when things look desperate, success is just over the next fence for those who choose to make the jump.
Happy New Year all......I finally made it home via working in Dublin, Brussels and good old Manchester. The in flight teams were getting so used to seeing me that I was on the verge of being added to their Christmas card lists...talk about travelling in ever decreasing circles!
Well, work is work....no sense complaining in this economic climate.
My carbon footprint is shot to pieces though.....arf.
New York was as wonderful as ever....so much to see and do and so little time. The weather was pretty much as western Europe......bloody cold. Favourite spot was the White Horse Tavern on Hudson Street in the West Village - haunt and last drinking place of one of my literary heroes, Dylan Thomas. A couple of great evenings were spent there.
Anyway, this evening I shall raise a glass (or twain) of something reviving and enjoy catching up on the happenings of my favourite blogsters.
Seeing Jersey Boys was a fantastic evening...but what happened to the sheer glamour of a Broadway show,......sadly, London is pretty much the same.
Have a great weekend nice people....I couldn't resist Ginger...grinning.
Well, now the British Airways threatened strike over the Christmas period isn't going to happen, I'm going to be in New York City between the 27th of December and the 1st of January. So, if anyone would like to join me and my camera on a walk over the Brooklyn bridge give me a call....lunch or dinner thrown in too........just how generous is this guy?...laughing.
Have a great weekend nice people.........lesson learned?.......never going to use BA again, ever.........ever. By the way...Ella sings of starving together in Chiles.....I can find no reference to Chiles on the interweb........someone help me out.....grinning.
Hi folks, hope you are all well....sheesh what a week. Thank you all for your wonderful blogs - reading them has kept me sane this week. I promise to contribute more, I really do.......laughing.
Kitchens being remodelled, husbands sometimes mistaken for a grandmother over the phone....what interesting lifes you lead.....grinning. Enjoy your day nice people.
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