Monday, 29 July 2013

1995–96 Scottish Premier Division - Panini album

A Jagscast blog last week, before our opening SPFL Premiership (honestly, is that what it's called?) fixture against Dundee United has looked back at previous encounters between the two teams. Top of their list was the relegation play-off at the end of the 1995-96 season, when Dundee United beat us over two legs to join Dunfermline in the top league, whilst we joined Falkirk on the way down. For us this was the start of a financial collapse that almost saw the end of the club and a slump to the lower end of the third tier over the next couple of years.

With my nostalgia for those heady days awoken by that blog I went rummaging in the garage to see what I could find to remind me of those times. I was pleased to find an old Panini sticker album of that season and I thought I'd share some of the Thistle treasures I found within. One thing I'd say is that it wasn't a great year for goalkeepers' strips.

So, to the Partick Thistle page....oh, that's who started as manager that year after Lambie and Gerry Collins had ben enticed to join Falkirk (and were promptly relegated for their troubles).

Murdo MacLeod - manager
So what about the squad then? I shall just put all the photographs up without comment and you can see how it compares to the current squad.

Each team section is finished off by the rather exaggerated claim of the players "in action". Here are the Thistle players "in action", which also displays that year's honking away top to all those grumbling about this year's uninspiring effort. As usual there is one of my pet hates as we end up being called "Partick". To anyone reading this who doesn't know, we have never been "Partick", stick to Thistle or Partick Thistle please.

To be honest, Thistle's photographs are not too bad, except for Nicky Walker's jersey. So I had a wee flick through to see who else with Thistle connections was in the album. Here are a few for you.

On the Hearts page there is someone who should have been Scotland's No. 1, positioned above someone who shouldn't have been allowed near the national team.

Finally here are a few random pictures to remind us all what a collection of global superstars Scotland's top league can foster, as we get ready to rejoin it.

Darren Jackson - not the greatest photograph
Alex McLeish - not the greatest manager
Billy Dodds - not the greatest pundit
So that's enough nostalgia. Here's hoping that 2013/14 is remembered with greater fondness than 1995/96.

Sunday, 28 July 2013

Sighthill Stone Circle - Rock Music

It's always a treat to see Mogwai perform. The post-rock band have been ploughing their own furrow for almost two decades now and their fabulous soundtrack album for the French TV series Les Revenants/The Returned seems to be winning them new followers and appreciation. Listening to their albums you sometimes forget the impact that their live performances have, shifting from low key tranquil passages to crashing white noise that feels like getting punched in the chest. They've had a busy couple of weeks as they performed their soundtrack to Douglas Gordon and Philippe Parreno's film Zidane live in Manchester, London and Glasgow over the past fortnight. Alongside that frontman Stuart Braithwaite has been busy organising a gig and doing the round of newspaper interviews to raise publicity and funds for the campaign to save the Sighthill Stone Circle.
Looking west from Sighthill stone circle
Designed by Duncan Lunan, the astronomically aligned stone circle was erected in 1979 in an imaginative use of the government's Job Creation Scheme and was immediately criticised by Margaret Thatcher on her arrival in power. To this end it was never properly landscaped or completed and has always been a wee forgotten corner of Glasgow. Stuart Braithwaite (of Mogwai) is the son of John Braithwaite, technical supervisor to the project. Glasgow City Council recently announced plans to remove the circle as part of their application for the World Youth Games 2018, as part of a housing project. However as their application has failed, uncertainty surrounds the future plans for the area and there is growing support for investing in maintaining the green space around the circle properly and refurbishing Sighthill Park with the stone circle as its focus, completed to the original plans.

But before seeing Stuart playing solo at the Sighthill Stone Circle gig we had the chance to see Mogwai perform last weekend in Glasgow. The venue at 220 Broomielaw caused a bit of head scratching but turning up on the night revealed that it was indeed the gap site down by the Clyde where the stage had been set up outdoors. Fortunately in a rare outbreak of summer they had picked a balmy evening and as the sun went down behind the neighbouring buildings Mogwai came onstage to perform the Zidane soundtrack live with the film projected behind them. I am a big fan of documentary films but this portrait of the footballer Zinedine Zidane plays out more like a drama with the rising music of Mogwai telling the story. It is quite hypnotic as we watch a Spanish league match but with the 17 cameras all focused on Zidane in real time. He broods, he frowns, he seems peripheral and in his own wee bubble whilst we read occasional subtitled thoughts from him on what goes through his head during a game, he paws the ground like a racehorse. As if someone scripted the whole thing, after initially going behind he lays on a fantastic pass for one of Real's two goals, emotionless throughout. When an unexpected smile breaks across his face it feels like high drama, then a minute later he needlessly punches someone and is sent off. It is quite hypnotic but I hadn't realised until seeing it live how much the music is the narrator of the drama. The final ear splitting crescendo left me waiting and waiting for Zidane's final, explosive act. The whole thing manages to convey the drama that is found in even the most mundane of football matches, and was made shortly before Zidane's crazy headbutt of Materazzi in the world cup final, showing that the film makers managed to capture something of the man.

Emma Pollock
Six days later a fantastic line up of musicians performed at Easterhouse's Platform for the Sighthill Stone Circle cause. As my priority that Saturday afternoon was Partick Thistle's return to Firhill after the summer break (a nil-nil draw against AEL Limassol which didn't quite carry the same drama as Zidane's match) we missed Aidan Moffat's opening set and I think Duncan Lunan spoke about the circle too. However we were there to catch Graeme Ronald in RememberRemember guise, fighting against the noise from the bar with his looping tunes. After his first album I wondered how much mileage there was in this and then he came out with the fantastic "The Quickening" album, combining great music and a possible reference to one of my favourite films. So I await his next move with interest. Next up was Eugene Kelly, once of The Vaselines doing his guitar and mouthie thing, before we were back across into the smaller hall for the exceptional Emma Pollock. (Is it just me that sees Shirley Henderson and Emma Pollock as twins seperated at birth?) The one-time Delgado performed solo and then backed by 75% of the Cairn String Quartet. Her new material sounded good, particularly her song for Strathbungo, "Marchtown".
Stuart Braithwaite
Then we had Stuart Braithwaite and it was great to hear some of the Mogwai material stripped down to just his singing and guitar, such as CODY. The highlights were from the more soulful, gospel end of the spectrum such as "What Are They Doing In Heaven Today?" which is a perfect fit on the "Les Revenants" soundtrack. Seeing him doing these songs in this way you can see the strange roots of Mogwai's music in these southern gospel and blues tunes. Next up was the winner of this year's Scottish Album of the Year award, RM Hubbert doing his thing on guitar but singing some of his new material too. He also reprised two tracks off of his last album accompanied first by Emma Pollock for Half Light and then in a finishing "battle of the bearded SAY award winners", by Aidan Moffat for Car Song.
Aidan Moffat and RM Hubbert
Kilsyth shoe-gazers The Twilight Sad brought proceedings to a close. As you can see it was a feast of fine tunes and I think they sold themselves short by charging only £6 for the tickets. So if you are wanting to find out more about the Sighthill Stone Circle, sign the petition or get involved in the consultation, have a look at their website. Even better go and have a look at the circle itself and imagine what could be done to sort it out rather than demolishing it. If for no other reason than for the fact that it wound up Margaret Thatcher, take a minute to find out about it. Surely that is a good enough reason for preserving it?

Sighthill Stone Circle looking east

Thursday, 18 July 2013

Cycling, the Obree Way

Reflections on cycling in the UK after hearing Graeme Obree tonight

David Millar on Byres Road, Glasgow last month. More of my pictures here
The British national Road Race Championships passed through Glasgow last month, a dry run for the Commonwealth Games road race event next year. The amazing thing was that in both the men's and women's events the field was lead by athletes familiar to most of us watching in the impressive crowds at the side of the road. I used to love watching the Tour de France when Channel 4 started showing it. In those days the only British cyclist that I knew was Robert Millar. He appealed to me because he was Scottish, won the King of the Mountains and was a bit prickly, which is no bad thing. Beyond that, unless you were in a cycling club or subscribed to Cycling News you'd be largely oblivious to what cycling went on for the rest of the year. Now that Mark Cavendish, Nicole Cooke, Chris Hoy, Victoria Pendleton, Bradley Wiggins and their ilk have achieved great success, are we now a nation of cycling enthusiasts? We might like watching it, but a holiday trip this month across the Netherlands, Germany and Denmark has shown me clearly that we are not a nation which cycles.
This week it is 20 years since Graeme Obree broke the long-standing one hour cycling record. To mark the anniversary he talked about his attempt last night, with Dougie Vipond as host, in Glasgow's Oran Mor. Although he is building up to an attempt at the "human-powered vehicle" land speed record and has a book out soon on his training methods he wasn't here tonight to sell or promote anything, but just to talk about his achievements in 1993. And he can talk. One question could lead to a long tale about his home-spun training regimes, bike construction or the haphazard plans for the day of his attempt which would all sound far-fetched if it weren't for the fact that it was all true. The snippets shown from a French documentary attested to that. Although he did split hairs with some versions of events in the film of his autobiography, The Flying Scotsman starring Jonny Lee Miller, again he attested to the veracity of parts of the story which sound like Hollywood invention. After using a different bike on his "manager's" advice and feeling buffeted by the circus around his record attempt he missed it by a few hundred meters. Despite feeling at rock bottom, as his hire of the velodrome was for 24 hours he persuaded everyone to return at 8am the next morning. After drinking litres of water through the night to keep him wakening regularly to stretch out his aching muscles he was ready to try again. After some cornflakes and a litre of water at the start (he is dismissive of a lot of the nonsense from advertisers of sports' nutrition and energy drinks) he got on his homemade bike "Old Faithful" and took the 1 hour record by 445m in the aerodynamic crouch position he devised himself. Largely unsupported he got the record through grim determination despite crushing debts, whilst trying to provide for his young family. It is easy to think of him as a super-specialist but he was British road champion, set time trial records and wore the rainbow jersey of world champion in 1993 and 1995, knocking Chris Boardman into third in 1993 and Stuart O'Grady into that position in 1995. That was the level he was at, but he is clear that his 24 hour career as a member of a professional road racing team ended when he made it known that he wouldn't take performance enhancing drugs, which he was made aware were a requirement in many teams of the day.

Dougie Vipond hosts an evening with Graeme Obree
He managed to achieve what he did by having ability and determination. He was willing to put in the hours and burst a gut in training. It's not just the notorious washing machine bearings that led to his achievements. He is a humble, normal west of Scotland man who doesn't blow his own trumpet and has had a turbulent time with his well publicised mental health problems. However he is clearly one of Scotland's most driven and talented sportsmen and sometimes that is forgotten in the thumbnail sketches of him.
One point I found interesting was his response when asked if he was disappointed Chris Boardman broke his record soon afterwards (he quickly won it back). He said that he was delighted for him, and that after experiencing the "gutter moment" of just failing himself, he wouldn't wish that on another. Obree seems mainly to be racing against himself.

Why cycle?

The answer to this question really depends on who you ask. Graeme Obree has never had a car and as a child getting a bike meant that his "world got 16 times bigger". He felt that as he could travel four times as fast, he could now go four times as far in all directions.

For me, I cycle to get from A to B in town in a way that gets me a wee bit of exercise too. I'm no regular cyclist but I do go out on my bike reasonably often. Whereas the fashion here is for super-light hybrid bikes with suspension and carbon fibre frames I've always been more inclined towards a cheap workaday bike so I that won't despair when it is inevitably stolen. I have friends that have taken it much more seriously and where are they now (oh yeah, working in a bike shop).
However cycling in the city in Britain does not feel safe. Every week tales of cyclists killed on the roads are in the news. In the last three weeks three cyclists have been killed in London and sadly in today's news a teenage cyclist has been killed in Scotland. The countries with the highest injury and fatality rates for cyclists are the USA and UK, both countries with very low rates of cycling. The countries with the highest rates of "kilometres cycled per inhabitant per day" are the Netherlands and Denmark, which also have the lowest rates of injury and deaths to cyclists. So which came first? Are people safer when more are cycling or do safer roads make more people cycle?
The reason I've been pondering this is that I've just returned from a trip through Denmark, Germany and the Netherlands. I was really struck by the amount of people on their bikes in all three countries and it turns out that they are the countries with the highest rates of cycling. In kilometres of cycling per day per inhabitant Netherlands leads at 2.5km per person per day, then Denmark at 1.6km and Germany (and Belgium) at 0.9km. Britain comes in at a feeble 0.2km per inhabitant per day with the USA half of that.

Company bikes at the Lego factory in Billund, Denmark
In the countries which I was in this summer (in my car I'm afraid) I realised at the first roundabout that I came to when I got off of the ferry that I had to pay particular attention to the cyclists. As well as protected, separate lanes along the roads, they had a distinct lane on the roundabout and cars must give way to them. Crossing the road in Denmark I soon got the hang of looking left to cross the cycle path before getting to the road (sorry to the cyclists who patiently tinkled their bells at me to teach me I was on their bit). The Danes have allocated space and free carrying of bikes on trains. You can even borrow a bike with trailer from IKEA to get your flatpacks home.
Holiday snap in Lubeck, Germany with
random old woman on bike
In Germany it took me a few days to realise I had to get off the pink bit of the pavement where cyclists bombed up and down safely away from the cars (but not from the dumb tourists - sorry). 80% of Germans own a bike and since 2002 the government has been putting money into getting people out of their cars. As in Denmark people don't wear helmets but they do obey the rules of the road. I was amazed to see cyclists stopping at red traffic lights on big empty roads where clearly no cars were coming. Where everyone sticks to the rules of the road I can imagine cars are happier to give way to bikes at junctions when bikes patiently await cars when it's their turn. Many German side streets where I was staying in Hamburg were one-way streets for cars, but signs indicated that bikes could use them in either direction.
If I was pleasantly surprised at how many people were cycling in Germany and Denmark, the Netherlands makes them look like amateurs. The streets are swarming with cyclists. Again usually in protected lanes and with nobody wearing a helmet. Going out for an early morning jog I was amazed at the amount of people carrying their children on various racks, seats and boxes attached to their bikes to drop them off at nursery. Old men and women tootle about on their bikes like everyone else, the train stations are surrounded by bike parks for commuters and even the roundabouts in children's swing parks are designed to train them from a young age.
Training toddlers to cycle with a roundabout in a Dutch swingpark
One day it was raining everyone still was on their bikes, either in their waterproofs or cycling along their protected lanes whilst carrying an umbrella in one hand. The fact that there's barely a hill in the country surely helps but the streets are designed firstly for bikes, then cars. Some small roads I drove down, too narrow for two lanes and cycle paths, had a cycle path at each side and one lane in the middle for cars going in opposite directions to share. Compare that to Glasgow's pathetic pretence at cycle paths which if they are painted on roads are often covered in parked cars.
Multi-storey bike park outside Amsterdam station

Would society benefit if more people cycled?

Unequivocally, yes. According to Sustrans, on average, cyclists live two years longer than non-cyclists, they breathe in LESS traffic pollution than car drivers and 2kg of carbon emissions are saved by every short journey done on bike rather than car. Every car off the road reduces congestion for everyone parking is generally free, you often arrive quicker by bike than by car and you get a wee workout for your heart and lungs too.
From what I've seen on holiday the government has to take the lead and build protected lanes for cyclists. There will be a debate in Parliament on cycling in September and British Cycling is asking people to write to their MP to get them to participate and move cycling up the political agenda. Green MSP Alison Johnstone is trying to raise the issue in the Scottish Parliament, proposing a more substantial infrastructure spend. This is clearly where it has to start. My three kids can all cycle and although I was out on the streets at their age on my Raleigh Arena I'd be terrified to let them go out without me accompanying them I am sad to say. So I am happy to support these campaigns which aim to copy a model that has already been shown to work in Europe.
In this instance there really is no need to re-invent the wheel.