Saturday, 10 September 2011

Rugby World Cup 2011 - New Zealand v Tonga

The inaugural world cup game at Auckland. I missed the opening ceremony, but here is the first game of a looooong but exciting few weeks! New Zealand's second shot at hosting it, their first since 1987, when they also won it. But being the world's top team... they haven't won it since. Is it the coaching? Is it the challenge of kock-out rugby? Or is it simply bad karma and curse? They need to win this one... otherwise... well... God knows!

And Tonga... well, nothing too challenging for the Kiwis. They are wide, though. Big people... just take a look at their coach. I wouldn't want to come across any of them in any dark alley... especially the ones with funny hair.

However, being favourites, the All Blacks should have no problem in taking this game. And how do they do that thing with their tongues in the Haka? bleh..

A rather physical game by both sides, with New Zealand going over the try line a few times. Tonga struggled in defence sometimes, apart from a couple of occasions when the Kiwis didn't quite manage to ground the ball or reach the line without stopping short or being tackled into touch.

And how do these Kiwis do it? They pass perfectly without looking. They offload perfectly with one hand. Do they need to look? No. They know there will always be someone there to catch the ball. And there is always at least 3 players on the outside. But how? Could well be due to school. They learn rugby at the age of 3. They learn the Haka at such an age. It's as if its bred into them. It's fanatical. I've got to give it to them, though... it's as if rugby is in the national curriculum. But then again... it's the only sport they're actually good at. At least the USA, Australia, UK and others have football and cricket and motor racing and athletics and cheese rolling. But in New Zealand? Rugbyrugbyrugbyrugby.

And Tonga as an international team. It's mostly geographical. I mean, the size of South Africa, New Zealand and Australia can accommodate lots and lots of clubs. Europe is compact enough for the 6 nations, Magners league (or whatever it's now called), Heineken Cup, etc. So the clubs and international teams get regular play. Whereas, the Pacific Islanders... have you seen the vast amount of void between them? Years ago, the better players just went to New Zealand or whatever to play internationally until the rules tightened. So Western Samoa, Tonga and all the others were crap. But now, with players in European teams and the progress into the sport, they're improving. And since they're 'under played', they can surprise... not many people know how they play and how to encounter them. Which makes it all interesting!

Anyway... back to the game. Second half. Well... mostly Tonga, really. I'm not sure if they were hyped up in the changing rooms or New Zealand decided to take to the defence... but it was all Tonga, making the shine off New Zealand fade a little. However, a single Tongan try in this half was not enough to overcome the 41 points made by the All Blacks.

FINAL SCORE
41-10

Rugby World Cup 2011.

WOO! It kicked off this morning! I'll write up what I cam about the matches I see... and for the ones I don't... then... I'll just find some info or watch highlights!

But here are the pools:

POOL A

Canada
France
Japan
New Zealand
Tonga


POOL B

Argentina
England
Georgia
Romania
Scotland


POOL C

Australia
Ireland
Italy
Russia
USA


POOL D

Fiji
Namibia
Samoa
South Africa
Wales

I'm not going to put down the fixtures and where they're playing and who the referee is and what the players had for breakfast... I'm sure you can find them online somewhere. Wikipedia. But probably not the breakfast.... but good luck anyway!

Friday, 9 September 2011

Books - A Week In December.


I've been reading a lot over the past year or so. Thing is, I've never actually put my thoughts about them down to pen and paper. I've been thinking of getting a book journal or something... but I think I'll start it off on here and see how it goes. Book journals are expensive, see.

So... I'll start with the most recent book I've finished:


A WEEK IN DECEMBER
Sebastian Faulks (b. 1953)

Published 2009.




First sentences:
"Five o'clock and freezing. Piledrivers and jackhammers were blasting into the wasteland by the side of West Cross Route in Shepherd's Bush. With a bare ten months to the scheduled opening of Europe's largest urban shopping centre, the sand-covered site was showing only skeletal girders and joists under red cranes, though a peppermint facade had already been tacked on to the eastward side. This was not a retail park with trees and benches, but a compression of trade in a city centre, in which migrant labour was paid by foreign capital to squeeze out layers of profit from any Londoner with credit."


Set in December 2007, this book begins with the planning of a dinner party to be held in a week's time by the wife of a newly elected Tory MP. And the people she invites become the main characters of the story, including a cold, ruthless hedge fund manager; a Muslim who is being influenced by radicalists of Islam; a book reviewer who just shoots all contemporary books down in flames; a lawyer who just has too little work and too much time on his hands among other characters. And throughout the week, we see how they live their lives, how they live in today's London society, and how they somehow interact and cross paths with each other.

The book is really well written, and you are somewhat drawn into the portrayal and life of the character. However, it is quite difficult to understand the nature of their lives sometimes, especially if unfamiliar with hedge funds and the financial markets. That is the only thing I struggled with, really. But I'm sure some basic background research would help understand how hedge funds and stuff work.

The book has some parts which make the reader think about the society and the state it is in. It poses the question on whether bankers don't work for the people and their customers anymore, instead going to all odds to make profit to satisfy their greed, no matter who gets effected or how badly so.

There are also a number of parts when the suspense rises... for example, the hedge fund manager doing a massive, yet barely legal trade, and does he get away with it? Does the student, influenced by Islamists, carry out his task? And how would it effect some of the other characters?

I wouldn't want to give too much away, because I think it is worth a read. It's easy to follow, despite all the interactions and the hedge fund. But it is indeed an enjoyable book!


Thursday, 8 September 2011

Profile Photo.

Just had a thought... could my profile photo be any better? I mean... it's just my name on a post-it. And not even in my handwriting.

I'm not one to change stuff like this, and I'm not the one to have a full frontal facial photograph (I like that alliteration...) as the façade of my profile or whatever. After all, a profile is an art or a photographic term for side. Like the Queen's head on a coin is a profile of her.

Anyway... enough of that... here are the contenders. I'm not sure if I'm going to let you decide, or at least give your opinion, or I'm just putting them up so it's easier to compare them and stuff.

Note that they aren't actually of me, apart from one. I sometimes prefer abstract/arty photos for blogs like this, not that it may be arty or abstract, but never mind. And anyway, there are plenty of photos of myself to be found on here... so have a look at them if you want to know how I look. If you really want...




Le Twitter

I've been on this Twitter for a couple of months now.

Not much going on, but if you want...

twitter.com/atjones88

The Road.



From Austria into the Czech Republic.

Just because I can.


Wednesday, 7 September 2011

Bleh.

Not the best of summers, to be honest.

Jobless. Skint. Unable to find a job.
Even poorer.
Can't see people I want to see. Can't talk to people I want
to talk to.
Places I want to go. Germany. Switzerland. Sweden. Portugal. Scotland.
Even Bristol. Cardiff. London. Gower. Lake District.
Bloody Hell.
Stuck in this place. Searching on sites for hours
on end looking for work.
Work. Only way to get work is to have experience.
Experience. Only way to get experience is to have work.

I may just emigrate...
Get out of here.
But whither?

Ideas on a postcard please.

Other Topics of Photography.

Just like the selection of topical photos I posted in May... but different photos... and topics, of course! There will be more soon... so stay tuned!


CITY SKYLINE
Let's see if anyone can recognise them...






RHYMING PHOTOS.


Drunk As A Skunk.



High In The Sky.
Taken in Düsseldorf, Germany.




Many A Penny.
Just a fraction of my coin collection...




THE SUN

Sunset at Brundall, near Norwich.



Sunset in Norfolk.



Sunrise in Belgium.


Sunrise on a Derbyshire farm.




CANDID PHOTOGRAPHS

A saxophonist in Cardiff.


An angler in Zell am See.


A chess player in Belgrade.


A bloke in Luxembourg.

Photos of animals and other living stuff.

















Thursday, 5 May 2011

Themes

I thought I'd go through 3 or 4.. or maybe 5 of some of the best photos I have on each theme. It doesn't mean they are the best of each theme... but close!

Anyway...


Anything Nautical.



A red boat, taken in Pakoštane, Croatia. A village on one of the best coastal roads ever!


Taken on the Dover-Calais ferry.



The harbour in Hamburg, Germany.


Diagonal in Nature.



Taken in the Lake District, Cumbria.



The coastline on the Gower Peninsula, South Wales.



My footsteps in the sand on the beach in Swansea, South Wales.


Bugs.



A spider taken in a nearby field.



Same again... but a different spider!



A ladybird on a gooseberry... before I picked it from the bush.



A butterfly in the back garden.



A wasp in the back garden.