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Category: Archery GB

Radio Sadness

Radio Sadness

Hello Dear Reader

2016 has started with some what of a downward trend even before it got going. Each day it seemed that the news of well-known people just became longer and longer. For me, I kept reading about some of my great hero’s and influences, yet holding onto the knowledge I could listen or watch them again and again.

Just when you thought it might settle down (it never will), there was announced the passing of Terry Wogan. I had already planned to write a small blog before this news but now it makes even more sense to put down my thoughts.

There have been many tributes to all those who have passed recently, it seemed almost difficult to keep going. I heard the sad news of Terry’s passing as I drove to archery. My first thought was I had to listen to Elvis Presley’s version of ‘Are you Lonesome tonight’, where he sings the wrong line. Terry found that many years ago and played it so many times. Straight away it made me smile. Like millions of others (8 million plus), I used to wake up to Wogan and enjoy that relaxed calm, easy way.

He just made the morning work. As I got older, I listened to more of the music he chose for the shows. The discoveries he made were brilliant. He knew what the listener wanted. Take Eva Cassidy for example and ‘Over the Rainbow’. That is just perfect. I brought the CD and the remaining songs were just spot on. Thanks to Terry.

Then there was Janet and John. At least one time, if not more, did I forget a turning, miss the motorway exit or just have to stop due to tears of laughter. Again, I brought the CDs.

Eurovision was gold dust for him. Terry told it like it was, warts and all, often 100% right. Eurovision might not have liked it but they could never get rid of Terry until he decided to leave.

As a sort of keen sometimes golfer (not anymore), I used to watch the BBC pro-am program. Again Terry Wogan gave us all a memory from such a simple show. He still holds the record for the longest televised put, 100 feet I believe. It was magical.

Terry Wogan was and will be part of the fabric of life, you can not change that. I suspect that a certain tune might just make it back into the charts to help his other beloved cause, Children in Need. I never met him, would have liked to if I had the chance. To those who take over from him I am sure they know he would and did back them all the way. Chris Evan’s was clearly affected by the both the news and the event let alone all the others in radio and television.

They say all good things must end, I would question why? I know why really since the odd one or two things get in the way. However, here once more we have a lifetime of memories to keep repeating. Just like the others who passed away, too early for many, we the loyal listener can listen and watch again.

Terry will never be forgotten.

Tagline: ‘I think the radio just shed a tear’

Radio First

Radio First

Hello Dear Reader

A few days ago I had a request from members of my archery club to attend an event with one of my fellow archers. Now, I am no stranger to taking part in competitions or arranging county training sessions, as I did in the past. This request was an unexpected one. Stafford archers had been asked along to the Sports Sandwich on Stafford FM.

Like millions of others, I listen to the radio daily, in the morning, in my car for whatever I need. The presenters always appear very relaxed, at ease, almost ‘at home’ with how they tackle this form of communication.  I agreed to go along as support as it was put to me, thinking I would say very little. Naturally I was curious, one might be about how you may sound, how you would react to being in this very same place.

My colleague and myself, arranged to meet outside the station offices and to consider what we had to say. After all, this was just promoting our archery club. This was my first time on the radio I had no idea what to expect. I imagined various situations but could not settle on anything. My best thought was to like this to an interview for a job. You face questions, you give answers, you walk away wondering why you said Fred.

I could not have been more poles apart. We were greeted by friendly presenters all of whom understood what we were thinking. The ‘interview’ would be more a chat, as though we were socializing. That put me at ease a little and yet made me think more.

radio-microphone-vector-s-elvismic_6117There is a scene in a famous (well to me famous) film with James Garner and Doris Day – The Thrill of it all. The scene has Garner making a phone call hoping to speak to his wife.  However, his young son picks up the phone and answers the questions with either a nod or shake of his head. It  is clear the young son thinks his father see’s his answers. It is very funny. The point being, I had the same thought. What if I answered with a nod and not a word. We have all done it when someone asks you a simple yes/no question.

There was also another odd thing. No matter who asked you the question, you had to keep looking forward and not turn to answer the person. It was not rude as if you spoke away from the mic, you created dead air. Two simple things to keep in mind.  I ran through a list of things to say. Of course that disappeared the moment I started to talk. Trying to explain on the radio how shoot a recurve bow is really difficult. I had to concentrate on not lifting my arms and doing the motions. But it was fun. It was relaxing once you allowed yourself to relax. My colleague did very well, as we answered questions in turn. We had no idea who was listening.

Just as, for me anyway, I felt the most relaxed, it was over. We had our photo taken with one of the presenters and that was that. My first time on radio. Secretly, now I reflect on things, would I do it again? Yes and maybe more.

I must thank the presenters of The Sports Sandwich on Stafford FM they were brilliant and my fellow archer Natasha who did a wonderful job.

Tagline: ‘Where is that mic?’

Friday Fun

Hello Dear Reader

Friday Fun.

It is that time of the week, when we look forward to a well deserved break. At least some of us do. That moment in time when you compare the list of jobs against shopping or maybe a trip to the cinema. What about that desire to look at a new car?

For some, the weekend appears to have the ability to time travel and not in a good sense. Others, do take it by the scruff of the neck and just chill. Maybe, just maybe you have that little pocket in mind, Sunday afternoon. That part of the weekend just for lazing in front of an old film on the telly. Actually, falling asleep in front of the telly and claiming later you saw everything.

Others, well its that other list, mow the lawns, paint the kitchen (again), change the lights, remove the dead plants or whatever. Often heard is the saying, ‘I only come to work for a rest’. Some weekends are though magical. Yes you can spend all day in a garden just pottering or walk down those sun-lit lanes (far-fetched I know in the UK) enjoying the fresh air.

Of course, the weather and the seasons play their part in a weekend. A warm summer day against a cold winters afternoon may help you decide what mood you find. Though the warm summer day brings its own nasty surprises, bugs, bites and stings, let alone pollen. So is winter any better? Cold, ice and blocked roads. Maybe not. Autumn, the sweet spot between the two or spring, it’s twin? Both are favourites for me.

But the weekend can be a time to reflect on the week. Did you meet those all important targets or remember that vital appointment? Or maybe start that blog you wanted to write? A sudden urge to escape, to run away to somewhere different that much-needed break. Whatever you do, do it.

Myself, being an archer and writer (spare time) I will stand in a field and try yet again to understand the mysterious way my arrows fly or piece together the next chapter of my book. Do I kill off another character or let them live? Will I feel the effects of the unending time travel? Of course I will as it will soon be Monday morning.

So Friday fun, of course.

Tagline: ‘Friday night, Monday morning … is that a film?’

Stafford Archery AGM

Hello Dear Reader

It has been sometime since I wrote a blog about archery. In the past few weeks, I posted an old archery blog on my take regarding the mental game. Last night was our AGM at Stafford archers and something of another new experience for me.

Along side everything else that has gone on, this year (2014/15) I was tournaments officer for the club. It is never to be underestimated just how much work goes into running any sort of club. It may seem from the outside that it is just a group of people getting together to shoot arrows. Far from it. It takes a team of people working together to make sure ‘“The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, or the one’. (Yes I did it again)

The club runs very smoothly considering this year we had a major move handled with great enthusiasm by the club. As tournaments officer, I had the job to arrange various postal shoots (not putting arrows in the post either), getting people to take part in competitions and of course the all-important Christmas shoot.

A Christmas shoot was the highlight for me. It was fun, daft, exciting and unpredictable. Given we had over 50 archers taking part shows just how much fun it can be. You have to really think how to make it fun as well. This is not just shoot the gold, this is shoot the nose of Santa or hope you don’t shoot what could be minus 50 to your score.

The AGM itself was a more formal affair until I stepped up of course. Presenting prizes for winners is always uplifting, knowing that these new archers (as well as some older ones) are keeping the sport and tradition alive. It also meant the chance to say thank you to some people whom do so much without always being noticed.

I enjoyed my time as tournaments officer and hopefully will go back in the future. At the moment I needed to step into the background a bit and help support another good person and archer take over.

Lots of people help out at the club and long may it continue. I know many clubs have that same feeling. As for the evening, well it ended with a darn good buffet. Well done all.

Tagline: ‘An archer may shoot alone on the line but the club is always behind them.’

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