Harold Abrahams (1899-1978)

I guess that most people know of Harold Abrahams through Chariots of Fire, Hugh Hudson's 1981 film of two contrasting athletes part in the 1924 Olympics. I think that Chariots of Fire was maybe the first video along with Kagemusha that I rented, we were staying with the O'Learys in Kettleborough and as a special treat had a visit to Woodbridge and a video rental shop.
One exchange from the film sttays with me. Its between Harold and his wife to be, Sybil.

Harold: I'm what I call semi-deprived.
Sybil: That sounds clever what does it mean?
Harold:It means they lead me to water but they won't let me drink.

Harold was Jewish and his sense of frustration and the need to fight against the restrictions that bound him runbs through the film. His plaque is in Hodford Road in Golders Green still a very Jewish area, cosy and middle class. He went up to Cambridge and read law at Gonville and Caius (again battling the status quo) and there his athletic potential came to the fore and was part of the British Team for the 1924 Paris Olympics. He ran the 100 metres which he won in a time of 10.6 seconds, the 200 metres where he placed 6th and the 4x100 metre relay where the British came 2nd. He broke his leg in 1925 competing in the long jump and his career came to a close. He was a sports journalist for 40 years and commentated on Athletics for the BBC, including the Berlin Olympics and was chairman of the Amateur Athletics Association and the Jewish Athletic Association.

Its these little plots of surburbia throwing up extraordinary people that I love and I genuinely think that I got an insight into what inspired Harold Abrahams to "run them off their feet"

Harvey Pekar 1939-2010

To some the word comicbook will always be a perjurative term. A synonym for near illiteracy, juvenile, immature trash. And theres a reason for that - many comic books are juvenile, many are immature. There are however, books out there, books that just happen to be written in the graphic medium. Books that make you think, books that make you feel. And those are the books that I tend to go for. I'm Spandex intolerant and thanks to Harvey Pekar there are plenty of books out there that don't feature Men of Iron or Dark Knights but rather books that deal with everyday lives. Harvey's work features his trials and tribulations told in an utterly honest way, exposing his curmudgeonly take on life , his tales of the means streets of Cleveland and his frustrations at his wife, his fans, the system that we all have to endure - books written by authors like - Adrian Tomine, Daniel Clowes, Andi Watson, Art Spiegalman, Joe Sacco and The Hernandez Brothers. He came to wider attention with the release of the movie American Splendor (2003) based on his book which garnered awards at Cannes and the Sundance Festival and also an Oscar nomination.

Thanks Harve.

The mystery of the disappearing blue plaques

OK so its not exactly Sherlock Holmes but.... I noticed a while back that the facade of the Arts Theatre was being done. The Arts Theatre is on Peas Hill and normally bears a blue plaque to John Maynard Keynes which had been prised of, I thought as part of the redecoration. But then I noticed that one of the blue plaques near work, that to Hobsons Conduit had also gone missing and then I checked on the plaque to Jack Hobbs on Parkers Piece and that too was gone. I thought that maybe all the plaques had been withdrawn as part of Council costcutting with the economy as it is and with local councils having to institute swingeing cuts across the board, but then how much is an already extant plaque scheme going to cost? Not a whole lot I would think. And then on the way back from Queens' were we'd gone on a sweltering Saturday evening to see the lovely 'Na and the Fairhaven singers go through their paces we walked down Silver Street and saw the blue plaques all ship shape and Bristol fashion. There are a couple on the Street one to Gwen Raverat who was Charles Darwins great grandaughter and an accomplished artist, she maily worked in woodcut and was part of the grand alliance of the Keynes/Darwin/Vaughan Williams family. Her second cousin was Ralph Vaughan-Williams whose work we listened to on Saturday. She married Jacques Raveret, a french painter. The second plaque of Silver Street was a little more prosaic dedicated to New Hall which was a womans only college in Cambridge founded to address the shameful fact that Cambridge had one of the lowest proportion of female students of British universities - it started with a whopping 16 students. Its now out on Huntingdon Road on land donated by the Darwins...

John Keats 1795-1821

I had a very nice Sunday. It started early and yes I forgot my camera, I actually realized as I was crossing Elizabeth Way but decided not to turn back. It was gorgeous and sunny and though I had to endure a bit of a breeze, a breeze that was astonishingly in my teeth all day but that kept my cool as I peddled, well mostly peddled southwards through Shelford and Whittlesford, Elmdon and Duddenhoe End. Langley is remembered for the fact that the village green is bisected by the road, the fact that the cricket pitch is sited on that village green means that the boundary provides some rather idiosyncratic road markings. Then its down through the Pelhams being overtaken by the vintage Triumph bike club and then the Hadhams including a brief respite for water and a Mint Feast - and its a while since Ive seen a Mint Feast and then Widford and Hunsford. It was then that deterred by a veritable mountain on the road to Royden meant a left turn through Stansted Abbotts at which point I hit Hoddesdon. I have nothing against Hoddesdon but I was hoping for a bit more bucolic beauty so cut back through Nazeing and Waltham Cross. Not the nicest area and next time I think Ill try and find an alternative route but so far so good. This takes you to the very northernmost point of Enfield, the outermost outer London again though more traffic, more noise, more people and running out of time as Marie had texted to say that she was wandering around Camden Market and we were going to meet at the top of Primrose Hill at 2.30.
Id mapped out my route on the A-Z hoping to swing by Hodford Road but also stopping by a few more points of interest so it was that I neared Edmonton Green and Church Road where I was going to swing West through Edmonton and Tottenham and had just found it when I punctured. As I'd spent Saturday afternoon sitting in the pub with Wayne watching the Germany-Argentina game when I could have been buying a new inner tube. Hindsight i guess.
It could have been a lot worse as I found myself at the doors of Edmonton Green rail station. Just round the corner from the station is Keats Parade which marks the place where Keats underwent his apprenticeship to a surgeon/apothecary - God knows what the lad saw but with a traumatic childhood it was reckoned by by Charles Cowden Clarke a friend of Keats to be "the most placid time in [Keats'] life".
Next up why Cambridges Blue Plques are disappearing...