Sunday 12 April 2009

On the way back

Finished the ride yesterday bathed in sunshine in the beautiful landscape of southern Ireland, quite a difference from the rainstorms earlier in the week. It was such a good day that for a few hours the travails of the road gave way to a glowing sense of achievement and reward - or putting it bluntly, the fantastic road and scenery made me forget about a sensation not dissimilar to getting my scrotum sandpapered for the last few hours.

We were able to get onto the bridge to Mizen Head, but were stopped from getting onto the rock itself by some hippy type who had to shut up early to go and smoke the jazz cigarette that she had just rolled. Any way here is a picture of Gary welcoming you to the marvellous vista...



After a couple of victory pints in Goleen we pitched up for the night in a very nice B&B in Schull (pronounced "skull") and had a fairly stodge-tastic meal at the only restaurant in the world where they don't know what an Irish coffee is. Honestly.

Now on a ferry heading back across the Irish Sea after we realised that due to the extravagant cost of being in the Emerald Isle the only way we were going to be able to afford a night out in Dublin was by busking, petty theft or going on the game. We spent half an hour doing each and ended up with 2 euros, a broken nose and something that Ray is going to have to see a doctor about fairly urgently.

So, probably better to head home. When I get the time a full, stupidly detailed account of the whole trip will appear on here.

Friday 10 April 2009

Slightly late update

As has been pointed out to me many times one of my greatest skills is apologising. So I'll say sorry for the slightly tardy update of what has been happening thus far...

Tuesday night: Great meal in Sligo after a frankly horrific bike ride in windy rainy weather, banter with some total wanker called Eric in a hotel lounge and a fairly good sleep. My legs hurt a great deal.

Wednesday: I wake up with complete panic that I won't be able to cycle anywhere. Ray motivates me by saying "Sort yourself out you cock - and eat your bloody breakfast". We set off down the N17, then after a fairly windy affair up to Tobercurry the weather perks up and we have a fairly nice run down to Knock (aside from a hill near an airport that goes on for about a month). After enquiries we get some food in the "best place in town" which doesn't really say very much for the state of cuisine in the area. Knock is also home to a famous shrine, Ray goes in to get some affliction or other looked at. We head further south into an entertainingly strong headwind and meet Ray in Tuam. Thats enough for today. Go for an absolutely amazing seafood pizza and nice pints in the lovely Galway. Our hotel isn't lovely though, the room smells of petrol and there's a dodgy nightclub downstairs. Fortunately Ray drowns out the music of the night by snoring in my face. I consider killing him but then decide that we still need someone to drive the car.

Thursday: The others wake up to find me still awake from the night before - at one point I tried to sleep in the bathrooom, but that really was a terrible, terrible idea. I am a zombie at this point. We get in the car in the pissing rain and drive depressingly back up to Tuam in a ridiculous display of honesty. Blast back down to Galway in an hour of speed cycling and very poor attempts at playing the Alphabet game - I am so tired that I can't even think of any swearwords beginning with "E". Rest of the ride down to Limerick leave us wetter than a pair of Otter's pockets. Particularly the shockingly depressing shortcut recommended by a nice lady in a bar in Knock, which takes us up to what may be the windiest, wettest hill in the world. Gary states that prawn related food-poisoning would be more fun. His knee is making overtures of agony so fortunately the glorious descent goes on for quite some time. After stopping in Six Mile Bridge (which had no bridge that I could see) we pitch up for the night at the Bunratty Castle Hotel - which is basically the Overlook from The Shining - they lie to Gary about having a steam room. We go to the oldest pub in Ireland for a Guinness and then have a nice meal before going back to the Overlook for a late whisky in the comfy lounge and hope that we don't get murdered by disturbed writers with axes in the night.

Friday: I wake up in almost certainly the most jovial mood of my 34 years - there is a feature on the TV about a man who gives haircuts to horses - I will laugh about this all day, even now while I'm writing this. Gary is dosing up on painkillers to sooth his shonky knee. The biking starts well with us whipping along at 20mph down to Limerick, across the broad majestic Shannon and on to the N20 down to Croom for an absolutely lovely early lunch of smoked mackerel. Gary's knee requires a bit more attention he goes in to a chemist for some advice. After listening to what we are doing the advice given is "Stop" - this doesn't deter Mr Harvey and after the application of some deep heat and a knee support that Ray picked up earlier (he got me some new pants, which are comfy and, ooh, just supportive enough) he is ready to soldier on. The rest of the ride down to our planned destination takes place on a really shitty stretch of road that does nothing for gary's knee or my, well for any of me really I am getting very tired indeed. Fortunately after some nasty twisty, hilly nastiness it is a quick swoop down to Mallow. Now we are tucked up in the swish Clarion Hotel in Cork on the one day of the year when you can't buy a bloody drink in Ireland.

Super.


I'm still in a brilliant mood though.

Honest.

Tuesday 7 April 2009

Gary Speaks: Day Two Update

Here are Gary's exclusive thoughts on today's cycling fun (note how he glosses over his inappropriate behaviour after I was forced to share a double bed with him last night. Mel you have my deep and eternal sympathy):

"Any hopes that the curvature of the earth would assist our ride were dashed
by a 60 mile up hill ride with strong head Winds and heavy rain.

Couple that with sleep deprivation from Duffy and Morton's (who I shared a
bed with to save money) thunder like snoring and you have a days cycling
which lance Armstrong would find tough.

However the two of us lifted each others spirits enough to complete the
ride to sligo and experience a hostel which makes the Bates motel look like
the Hilton.

Guinness and fast food tonight to keep the costs down and early to bed
(without Jim) will see out day 2."

here is a photo of a typical view from today, one of the rare moments when the wind and rain died down to non-monsoon levels:


We are now holed up in a very nice hotel in Sligo having considered taking up a few beds in a cheap hostel which seemed like a cross between a morgue and the set of One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest.

Off for absolutely loads of food, after really not eating enough today and coming over all faint. Oooh Matron.

Monday 6 April 2009

First day done


A summary of the first day:
- Set off after a peaceful night of competitive snoring.
- down to malin with me worrying endlessly
- through cardonnagh and up the long gradual slope, into a rainstorm that I wouldn't describe as torrential, but it was definitely on the way to it.
- down a hill and along the coast for breakfast in Muff, yes it was very damp there.
- confusing couple of hours where we went the wrong way repeatedly and up some big bloody hill in a gale. I was absolutely knackered and that was before some total arses tried to send us the wrong way. We were onto their game though.
- a windy, windy time through the likes of St Johnston, Raphoe etc Eventually meeting up with ray in convoy.

Other highlights:
- not understanding a word anyone says
- Gary saying "I don't mind your feeling bad and moaning, but actually I have noticed the fucking wind, you don't need to tell me about that"
- my chain coming off and then me forgetting that my feet were clipped in when I stopped to try and sort it, slight tumble but I wouldn't really class it as falling off.

Here's a picture I took earlier:







Now in Ballybofey planning our assault on Sligo tomorrow so so we don't get lost and so ray doesn't have more lonely backtracking of doom. And there was some bone-crushing hours of silence too apparently.

Sunday 5 April 2009

Arrived at malin head


After a really good journey up from Dublin. With only ray's snoring and semi-conscious talk of "fluffy kittens". We are now in the malin hotel, having checked out our very nice hostel just up the road. We may have a go in the reflexology room later.

Tomorrows ride looks ace, check out this quick bit of scenery...





Waiting for a ferry




Sat in a car in a queue in the lovely welsh port of holyhead, having somehow missed our ferry. Despite getting up at the sort of time that I usually go to bed at. Here is an action shot of what is going on...





Tuesday 24 March 2009

Project: Lard - A highlight report

The second Project: Lard, weigh-in (in association with PCM Limited) led to a frankly depressing outcome as you can tell from a quick glance at the chart below. It seems that the incredibly ascetic lifestyle I have been living - the sort of thing that even a particularly dull, vegan, silent monk would probably describe as "way depressing" - has had the net effect of actually making me heavier. Yes. Heavier. Marvellous.

The little ticket from the machine that informed me of my weight, height and BMI, cheerfully advertised that hard-core weight loss products and "Create Your Own Will" kits were available in this very store. I started to sob, put all my clothes back on and left.

But on the other hand, at least I wasn't the member of the team that took the piss and then actually broke the scales in the Warwick branch of Boots.


Wednesday 18 March 2009

Red Hot Auction Action

In order to encourage everyone to part with a bit more cash for Acorns Children’s Hospice, a number of marvellous local businesses have been generous enough to offer us some exclusive treats for us to auction off.

Each of the items described below can be bid on by sending an e-mail to garyharvey@warwickshire.gov.uk with the lot number and name, the amount you would like to bid and your contact details.

The closing date for all bids is midday on Wednesday 1st April, at this point we will contact the winning bidder and ask you to donate the amount you have bid, via our just giving web site - once your donation is on the site we will pass on details of how to claim your very special item.

We will put an update on the auction on this site every couple of days to show how bidding is progressing on each of these exciting items:

Lot 1: A game of golf for four people at the Stoneleigh Deer Park
Reserve Price: £50

Lot 2: A game of golf for four people at the Warwickshire Golf Course
Reserve Price: £50

Lots 3, 4, 5 and 6: Four one day passes for the Warwickshire Health Club
Reserve Price: £10

Lot 7: A meal for two at Ask in Warwick (starters and mains)
Reserve Price: £10

Lot 8: A meal for two at Loch Fyne in Kenilworth (up to £50)
Reserve Price: £25

Lot 9: A meal for two at the Saxon Mill (main courses)
Reserve Price: £10

Lots 10 and 11: Two £40 vouchers for Prezzo in Warwick
Reserve Price: £20

Lot 11: A meal for two at the Kings Head in Cubbington
Reserve Price: £10

Lot 12: A game of golf for four people at Ingon Manor
Reserve Price: £50

Lot 13: 25 unique, custom-made masks from mask-arade.com
Reserve Price: £30

Lot 14: A meal at The Clarendon in Leamington Spa (details to follow)
Reserve Price: £10

Lot 15: A meal at the Paprika Club in Leamington Spa (details to follow) - Legendary curry venue where Mr Gary is a legend - a drunken, sleepy legend.
Reserve Price: £10

Lots 16 and 17: Two photo sessions at Storm Studios in Leamington  including a free 7”x5” print
Reserve Price: £20

Lot 18: A hard-core personal training session with Gary - He'll introduce you to his friend "Pain" and no, you can't pay in sweat.
Reserve Price: £25

Lot 19: An intimate night out with Jim - He will probably be late and won't have had a shave.
Reserve Price: £0.08

Friday 13 March 2009

What type of cyclist are you?

People cycle for many different reasons; some to commute, some for fitness, some because “society” with its many “rules” deems them unsafe to hold any form of driving license ever since that unfortunate and widely mis-understood incident involving the bottle of brandy, the lamppost and the 23 year-old Lithuanian girl in the boot.

 Ahem, anyway, the thoughtful and scientific questionnaire that follows should help you understand your place in cycling’s wide and diverse community…

 

What type of bike have you got?

a) A space age construction made from materials that even the people who run the Large Hadron Collider have never heard of. It weighs minus five kilos.

b) A better one that you. And it cost loads more too. It’s an import - you can’t get them here. There are only five in the country.

c) The one that the bloke in the bike shop managed to sell you, somehow keeping a straight face.

 

How do you prepare before a bike ride?

a) Blood transfusion, injections of EPO under the toe-nails to conceal the evidence, eat a 12-egg omelette topped with 10 pancakes and a pint of gravy. Get on bike once the seizures have calmed down a bit and your vision has returned.

b) Do hair, apply make-up and fake tan. Twenty minutes of stretching exercises in front of a large mirror while listening to one of those ministry of sound retro compilations. Wait for your 15 cycling buddies to turn up and agree the optimum formation for disrupting traffic along your planned route.

c) Crawl out of bed, realise there is no point having a shower if you are about to exert yourself. Try to flatten sleep-arranged hair to absolutely no effect at all. After consideration decide to wash your bits and pieces in the sink to prevent things being too minging after a couple of hours in the saddle. Curse yourself for not switching the immersion heater on in advance. Bend knees in some attempt at limbering up, the cracking noises cause your neighbours to complain.

 

What is your usual cycling attire?

a) Essentially clingfilm decorated with gaudy adverts.

b) A lycra affair that perfectly balances exuding your wealth with showcasing the two hours you spend in the gym each day and the work of the cosmetic surgeon. Plus a pointlessly teardrop shaped helmet that only becomes efficient at around 60mph and sinister mirrored wraparound shades. An iPhone is strapped to one arm and a Blackberry to the other.

c) Indie band t-shirt, H&M hoodie, cleanest boxers you could find on the floor and a pair of shorts with so much groin focussed padding that when sitting down you are almost half a foot taller than when standing.

 

How do you greet fellow cyclists on the road?

a) “Hey Gunther, got any gear?”

b) Speed up in a pointed manner, refuse to acknowledge that they exist – as though even glancing in their direction will cause your aerodynamic profile to be crucially affected.

c) Get confused as to whether you should wave, nod or just say “hello” without sounding too out of breath. End up doing all three and nearly fall off.

 

What reaction do you get from the general public?

a) They tend to paint your name on the road a lot and cheer as you go past.

b) Lust, jealousy and awe in equal measure you imagine.

c) Laughter, pointing, items being thrown from cars with spoilers.

 

Where do you like to go for a quick spin?

a) Up and down Alp d’Huez a couple of times

b) Anywhere that there will be people to see you, especially pedestrian heavy thoroughfares. Ideally the Southbank of the Thames at about five pm looking disgusted at the commuting masses. Out of my way you proles!

c) Routes involving no traffic, forgivingly smooth tarmac and an above average distribution of public houses.

 

How has cycling affected your general physique and appearance?

a) Your heart and lungs are four times the size of the average person and 10 times as efficient, which is cool, but also makes you somewhat twitchy - like a nervous gerbil on Red Bull. Your resting heart rate is 1.

b) People write articles in fitness magazines about your prize-winning quads. You frame copies and send them out to family and friends as Christmas presents.

c) There is often chain grease in your leg hair.

 

How did you do?

Mostly A: You are probably standing on a podium somewhere, between a pair of stunning swimwear models holding a trophy aloft and starting to get the shivers in anticipation of your next hit.

Mostly B: You are probably reading this on your mobile - as light relief between sending cruel, dismissive text messages - while running on a treadmill at the gym. You probably like that Kings Of Leon album.

Mostly C: You are most probably me, you are typing this rubbish into a computer and starting to be quite worried about the whole bike trip thing. You are telling yourself that it will be fine, but that pretending to be talking to yourself in writing (using the present tense) probably isn’t a good sign. You are definitely going to have a curry later, possibly a Lamb Pathia.

Sunday 1 March 2009

Project: Lard - Initiation

As trailed previously, the initiation of Project: Lard (in association with PCM) took place today. Eshewing offers from Sky, Setanta and BBC News 24 to stage it at some big casino in Vegas, the weigh-in eventually took place in the exclusive "James and Sarah Pearson's Bathroom" before a packed audience of no-one.

The shocking news is that I tip the scales at a frighteningly chunky 14st 4lbs (or 90.7 kilos for metric fans), which is more than any of the informal guesses I've had this week. Sarah immediately re-assured me with a soothing "Err, well muscle is heavier than fat". I responded that this may well be true, but it is equally true that quite a lot of fat is heavier than a smaller amount of fat. A truism that I fear may be a bit closer to the mark as the only perceptibly muscly area of my body is located around the right fore-arm. How on earth has that happened?

Anyway here is the promised graph, although it isn't really all that exciting at the moment, I'll see what we can do to make it a bit livelier next time.


Friday 27 February 2009

Making Cycling Fun!!!!!

Word has reached me that Gary is feeling a bit down following our punishing and exhaustive breakfast-eating/cycling training so this weekend I am going to make an extra special effort to cast aside my "that bloke looks like he's just been given a week to live... and he's spending it in Tipton" demeanour and make everything a lot more fun this week! (look I'm even using exclamation marks and everything).

Firstly there will be constant high-fiving, air-punching and whooping as we mount our bikes and head up Cubbington road, I've also got us both dayglo Wham T-shirts with CHOOSE LIFE written on and have rigged up a stereo on my handlebars to play a constant medley of the Theme From Rocky, Walking On Sunshine and Alright by Supergrass.

In case of any tough sections I've got a selection of motivational phrases to trot out, including "Push it big man, push it!!", "No pain, no gain" and "YOU. THE. MAN!!". Any rest stops will be met with a firm, manly slap on the arse, an invigorating shoulder rub and the constant mantra of "You are just doing a GREAT JOB TODAY!".

In case this isn't enough - to further lighten the mood I'm also going to be wearing massive trousers with a hula-hoop for a waist-band, big floppy shoes and a flower that squirts water in unsuspecting people faces. Plus I've put square wheels on my bike and rigged it so that every time I stop the pedals will fall off, steam will come out of the axles and the saddle will shoot up while making the noise of a swanee whistle.

If that doesn't do the trick, then I will have to concede that maybe I am just a bit miserable and in a final attempt to cheer things up might have to let him off the bet he lost when the mighty CCFC crushed Brum the other weekend. Only as a last resort though.

Monday 23 February 2009

Project: Lard - in association with PCM

In honour of the extremely generous pledge of a marvellous £100.00 from Gordon of Proctor and Chester Measurement Limited, in just one week we will be launching Project: Lard, or "Can Jim lose some weight in order to get up a load of Irish hills without requiring medical assistance?" (Project: Lard seemed snappier).

At the start of March, some sort of weigh in will take place, probably using some scales rather than any of PCM's first class load cells or their strain gauging service. But you never know.

Over the month we will see if any of the clean living tactics I will be adopting (no booze, eating properly, 800 press ups every morning) have made any impact at all. There will be some sort of graph involved so you can point and laugh at me in the street.

I'm already off the beer and the only minor physical difference I can detect is that MY EVERY WAKING MOMENT IS CONSUMED BY OBSESSIVE FANTASIES INVOLVING LAGER - as opposed to the usual ones involving breasts (and lager).

It's all gone a bit Zoo Magazine. I can only apologise.

Training Update

This weekend's training was a barn-storming, groin-ruining run around the Ettington and Stratford area, highlights included:
  • No-one else turning up. You lightweights.
  • Me moaning about my legs hurting, probably because for the first time on a Saturday morning I didn't have a hangover to distract me.
  • A big bloody hill.
  • Slightly homo-erotic conversation about the relative development of thigh muscles on a roundabout near Stratford.
  • Gary noticing that you get a far better class of chav kid in south Warwickshire.
  • Back for a sausage sandwich in Moo.
  • An average speed of about 14mph, which will do us nicely cheers.
Next weekend is looking like an odyssey to the east, which I imagine may be the first time anyone has compared a bike ride to Rugby with a classic of ancient greek literature.

9am at the Star and Garter if you're interested.

Tuesday 17 February 2009

Duffy on board

The dashing looking chap to the right is Mr Ray Duffy: Gentleman of business, renowned Leamington bon-viveur, Rafa Benitez impersonator and most importantly a man who has both time on his hands and a car that we can put a bike rack on.

Ray will be driving what I feel we should designate "Support Vehicle One" during our week on the road - providing much needed assistance in a number of critical areas:

1. Nutrition: Getting drunk on our behalf every evening and stealing my breakfast.
2. Preparation: Laughing at us from his bed as we set off each morning.
3. Motivation: Driving past us and shouting abuse at key points of the journey.
4. Technical Support: Carrying key equipment such as replacement brake cables, inner tubes and bribe money.
5. Meteorology: Making cruel, cruel jokes about the weather forecast.
6. Localisation: Translating for us with his encyclopaedic knowledge of Irish accents and customs.

Ray is kindly joining us despite the fact that his innovative enterprise Mask-arade, The UK's Number one personalised and celebrity mask company stands on the brink of multi-national ubiquity. If you want to know more - and who in their right mind wouldn't? - drop them a line on info@maskarade.com.

Thank you

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Monday 16 February 2009

Media Frenzy

Good news, the Leamington Courier have secured the bragging rights to publish our much anticipated tour of Ireland. More to follow...

Friday 13 February 2009

Training this saturday

As per the last few weekends we will be heading off for what we are choosing to term "training" this usually involves a morning's cycling in order to justify an incredibly unhealthy all-day breakfast at the end.

Tomorrow we will be setting off at midday and doing 40-50 miles at a fairly leisurely pace, so the breakfast is out - an equally healthy and nutritious substitute will no doubt be found.

Will probably be meeting up at The Star and Garter at 12 in case anyone wants to join in. See you there.

Thursday 12 February 2009

The nature of the beast

Although we haven't finalised the route yet - here is a quick map to give you an idea of the nature of the beast we intend to tame.

The plan is to start at Malin Head right up at the top and then spend 6 days getting down to Mizen Head, right down at the bottom. 

Conventional wisdom states that you really should do it the other way round due to some reason involving likely prevailing winds. However we are doing it north to south due to three carefully considered reasons:

1. The weather is going to be absolutely shocking either way
2. Surely the natural slope of the Earth is in our favour
3. We fancy getting hammered/cremated in Cork at the end.

In exciting technological news there is also a dynamic Google Map that you can peruse which (once we have sorted it) will have the route on it, as well as points of local interest such as nature reserves, historical landmarks and hospitals.

Wednesday 11 February 2009

Training

Nice one Jim, this looks great.

Went to the gym last night and set the bike to level 20 (out of 25) and on a steep hill, managed half an hour but now cannot walk, I sought on mince instead!!

Tuesday 10 February 2009

And so it began...

... like so many things in my life - in a pub. Somehow it all seemed like such a good idea at the time; we jump on our bikes and have a bit of an international jaunt, sinking plenty of booze, effortlessly charming the local barmaids, raising stacks of cash for charity and getting supremely fit all at once. Piece of piss.

Fast forward to a freezing Saturday morning in January, wheezing as I drag my fat arse up an embarrassingly gentle slope, not really worthy of the name "hill", hands and feet bitterly cold and my groin feeling like it is undergoing a particularly reckless sandpapering.

"How long have we been going for?" I gasp at a reasonably fresh looking Gary. "Only about an hour" he says, before adding "I'm so cold can't feel my feet".

I realise that this whole enterprise is going to take a much more serious approach than I was hoping.