Sunday 11 December 2011

Links

Just to let you know I am cycling from Melbourne to Cairns in Austraila March/April 2012. You can keep up to date here :

http://ozcapade.blogspot.com/

and this is about my Devil Cat cartoons and (hopefully) soon to be published graphic novel :

http://suzyandsooty.blogspot.com/

Wednesday 25 February 2009

Happy birthday to me


Yes, it’s my birthday today. 43 years young. And I don’t look a day over 42… well, maybe just one day… Here is an article from Glasgow’s Evening Times : http://www.eveningtimes.co.uk/features/display.var.2491065.0.i_scrabbled_across_the_usa.php, which came out a couple of days ago. Very well written it is too. Don’t forget that you can see 195 of the photos from my bike ride at
http://www.flickr.com/photos/zoz261, where you can see them as a slideshow.

As for my news, I’ve been trying to get the blog published, but no publishers or literary agents, have actually said, “Yes please” as yet. I’ve had lots of people staying in my flat for one, two or three nights at a time. This has been through www.couchsurfing.com, which I used in America and had adjusted my profile to say that I was no longer travelling and willing to accept visitors. I didn’t imagine I’d receive any messages from people wanting to stay in the East End of Glasgow in the middle of winter. There have been requests almost every day! So far I’ve hosted individuals, couples, and a father & daughter, from France, Germany, Latvia, Australia, Hungary, San Francisco and Connecticut. Remember that anyone who played Scrabble with me or who accommodated me in the States is very welcome here as well.

I’ve been very lazy on the cycling front unfortunately, partly because it’s been so cold in Scotland since I returned, although that’s a pitiful excuse from someone who braved 25 mph headwinds in the wilds of wintry Wyoming. I have been playing tennis once a week since the start of the year at least, so gradually building up my fitness. I meant to go on a 60 miler on Sunday; that is 30 miles in any direction from my home and back again, but I only made it to 20 and back, partly because it was a tad windy. It felt good though, to be out there, gliding through the countryside on two wheels.

No more plans to do another big trip like this one, although I’ll keep you posted about future activities. I might be riding round Ireland in the summer, which will only take a fortnight, and I’m not sure if there will be a Scrabble component to it. I will be back in the States in August however, but will be on foot, for my brother’s wedding in Boston.

Keep Scrabblin’!

Monday 5 January 2009

Happy New Year



(I STILL haven’t put the photos on a photo-sharing site yet, but will let you know when and where you can see them.)

Here’s the follow-up article from Scotland’s Sunday Post, in which that very nice man, Euan Duguid once again did a fantastic job. Apologies for the lack of clarity in the scanning.

Wednesday 24 December 2008

Season’s Greetings





(I haven’t put the photos on a photo-sharing site yet, but will let you know when and where you can see them.)

I rode my bike for the first time in four weeks yesterday. It felt weird. It also felt weird to be on the left hand side of the road, and on narrow roads without traffic I found myself veering across to the right a couple of times. Anyway, I’m much happier now that I’m mobile again.

I’m still mulling over my achievement and it has certainly been a life-changing experience. Not just for me either - life changed for other people too. Just within my extended family there was a bereavement, a serious illness (which that person has made a full recovery from) and Neil, my younger brother, started a new job.

Today I’m going to a friend’s house and will be staying there until all this nonsense is over.

Thank you once again to everyone in America who provided accommodation, sustenance and Scrabble. It was a pleasure to meet you all and I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Once again I’d like to reiterate that each and every one of you are most welcome to visit me in Scotland.

I’m also looking for suggestions as to what to do for my next expedition. I’d like to cycle across America again, possibly from San Diego to New England (playing Scrabble of course) but maybe there’s something different that I could do?

I leave you with a recipe, for what better way could there be to sign off than talking about food, glorious food?

Hudson Bay Bread
1 1/2 lbs. (3 cups) butter or margarine - soft
4 cups sugar
2/3 cup corn syrup (light Karo)
2/3 cup honey
2 tsp. maple flavouring (Mapleine)
Cream together the above ingredients. Gradually add:
1 1/2 cups sliced almonds
19 cups finely ground rolled oats (see above)
Press into cake pan or large sheet pan about 1/4 to 1/2 inch thick. Bake at 325 degrees for about 20 minutes. Do not overcook, as it will get crispy and brittle. Take out of oven and use spatula to press down (keeps it from crumbling). Cut into exactly 3 1/2 inch squares. Package in plastic bags with as many as there are crew members (one each for lunch). If you measured correctly, they should just fit into 1/2 gallon paper milk cartons. They will be protected, easy to pack, and easy to find when you want to grab a quick lunch. Slather with massive quantities of peanut butter and jelly, and wash it down with some Red-Eye, and you will know you ate lunch!

Saturday 20 December 2008

Appendix






(All my photos will soon be available on a photo-sharing site.)

God I’m fed up. The weather has been diabolical since I returned; first it was freezing and now it’s wet. How I miss those big, blue skies. I’ve lost my momentum and haven’t found my pedestrian legs. Talking of not cycling – I finally took my dismantled Trek of the box on Thursday, which had begun to remind me of the black obelisk in 2001, only to discover the front wheel was missing. There was this note from those lovely Homeland Security people saying they had inspected the box’s contents (for bombs and drugs presumably – which is why they had also sawn through a tubular strut of the pannier rack). How did they manage to leave a bicycle wheel behind though? So, two days later, my poor old bike tries to maintain a sense of dignity, resting on the forks like an amputee, on my bedroom floorboards. Not exactly the way to treat a returning hero, who carried his master ungrudgingly, for 4,760.7 miles across a continent. To think I’d calculated the trip to be almost exactly 1,000 miles less. In the process I lost a whole 5 lbs, which I’ve probably put back on during these three stagnant weeks. I gaze around my flat forlornly at all the rubbish I’ve accumulated over the years, longing to jettison the vast majority, sell up, pack a few useful possessions into plastic bags and straddle my faithful companion once more, to take on another continent…

Three weeks must be about the longest period in the last decade I haven’t ridden a bike. I’ve had to suffer icy pavements and pedestrians (not as dangerous as drivers, but often as disrespectful). Roads; gorgeous, smooth tracts of warm tar; how I miss them. I loved everything about my trip (people, landscapes, towns, food…) but it’s really the great American roads that I am most thankful for. I like to think about the men who toiled to produce them, under-paid immigrants a lot of them I should imagine. I like to think about the fact that you can arrive at any point in the US and as soon as you step onto tarmac you are linked to a virtually infinite network of destinations from sub-Arctic Canada to Tierra del Fuego. I like to think about the millions of people who travel on these roads and have a symbiotic relationship with them. In places like Wyoming the road is an artery pumping life into towns that only exist because of them. It’s heart-warming to feel a part of that throbbing, vital wellspring.

I’m not so keen on the number of vehicles that travel on the roads however. Or the number of journeys (especially short ones) that are made. Or the size of a lot of people’s cars. I’m not so keen on the level of consumerism either, which compared to the UK seems rampant. But this is a time of celebration and contemplation, so I won’t rant on about that.

I’ll post again on Christmas Eve. No, really, I will.

Saturday 13 December 2008

Surrey

I'm at my Mum's house in Caterham, Surrey, 20 miles south of London, for a few days. She plays Scrabble too. Last night I scored 543 - my highest ever total in a two player game – to my Mum's 269. I made three bingos (INDOORS/SCOP, AERIALS, WAISTED) and also scored 53 for QUIT/GI/AT with the Q on a double letter and the word doubled. I picked up all 4 Ss, as well as one blank, Z, Q & J.

Talking of the golden game, a couple of days ago I was in a London pub, where I happened upon a young couple hard at it. They were down to their last few tiles and only a few points separated them. I asked who had played the bingo (the rather nice DIVISIVE). The young woman declared it was hers, but asked me what I meant by a bingo. They didn't seem to know the rules very well, as she hadn't added a 50 point bonus to her score. This meant that her male counterpart couldn't catch up. I shouldn't have got involved...

(Will write a lengthy post next week.)

Saturday 6 December 2008

Luggage

It's back. Woo hoo!