I find trying to write this blog on my IPad without a Broadband connection very difficult. My phone line is still down. Apparently yesterday BT had dug up the road next to ours and it is likely that whatever they did blew out our line. This is the third time this year that this has happened and it is most frustrating as it makes my freelance writing for the local newspaper difficult.
So my monster blog I had lined-up for yesterday will have to wait until I'm back online. Spent quite a bit of last night watching Sport Relief on television where they mix light hearted comedy with very serious appeals for children in Africa etc. I don't really like these programmes as they highlight the inhuman conditions that much of the world live in. The money raised does help so much but for every community it helps there must be hundreds still struggling with famine and unclean water.
I do have tremendous respect for the new breed of comedians who do so much to highlight the problems but also do something about it. These people are role models. Eddie Izzard ran goodness knows how many marathons, the superb David Walliams swam the Thames, the equally brilliant John Bishop probably topped the lot with a cycle ride from London to Paris, followed by rowing the Channel and then the equivalent of three marathons. Wow. Oh I forgot Frank Skinner swam a length of a swimming bath.
And probably the biggest achievement of all these came from Skinner. Before you laugh let me explain. Skinner has a fear of water and it took him weeks to be able to swim that length. Throughout his training he had an abject look of fear on his face. This was real fear. I know because I didn't learn to swim until I was 40. My wife bought me a series of lessons with a friend at a charity auction. After the lessons I went to a beginners' class. The result is I still feel unsure in water but I no longer have a fear. I will never be a good swimmer but I have conquered my demon and at least can now go into a swimming pool without panicking. I know having a fear of the water is irrational, but then so are most fears.
As for today, well it's going to be a busy one. Shortly off to Wymondham to take some pictures of the town in the sunshine. I'm aiming to have them put up in one of the town's cares when I take a few that I feel are good enough. Then it's off to Carrow Road for Norwich's match against Wolves and this evening we are going to the cinema. Will report back on all this tomorrow.
So my monster blog I had lined-up for yesterday will have to wait until I'm back online. Spent quite a bit of last night watching Sport Relief on television where they mix light hearted comedy with very serious appeals for children in Africa etc. I don't really like these programmes as they highlight the inhuman conditions that much of the world live in. The money raised does help so much but for every community it helps there must be hundreds still struggling with famine and unclean water.
I do have tremendous respect for the new breed of comedians who do so much to highlight the problems but also do something about it. These people are role models. Eddie Izzard ran goodness knows how many marathons, the superb David Walliams swam the Thames, the equally brilliant John Bishop probably topped the lot with a cycle ride from London to Paris, followed by rowing the Channel and then the equivalent of three marathons. Wow. Oh I forgot Frank Skinner swam a length of a swimming bath.
And probably the biggest achievement of all these came from Skinner. Before you laugh let me explain. Skinner has a fear of water and it took him weeks to be able to swim that length. Throughout his training he had an abject look of fear on his face. This was real fear. I know because I didn't learn to swim until I was 40. My wife bought me a series of lessons with a friend at a charity auction. After the lessons I went to a beginners' class. The result is I still feel unsure in water but I no longer have a fear. I will never be a good swimmer but I have conquered my demon and at least can now go into a swimming pool without panicking. I know having a fear of the water is irrational, but then so are most fears.
As for today, well it's going to be a busy one. Shortly off to Wymondham to take some pictures of the town in the sunshine. I'm aiming to have them put up in one of the town's cares when I take a few that I feel are good enough. Then it's off to Carrow Road for Norwich's match against Wolves and this evening we are going to the cinema. Will report back on all this tomorrow.
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