13 August 2012

Normal Service Resumed

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The abnormal sunshine of the last few days in Glasgow has been replaced by more usual grey skies and heavy spots of rain.

This year we have seen the last (for the time being) of the one day Worlds format and next year will be a beast of a very different breed. Grade One will sprawl over two days with some top outfits playing a total of 4 times, if lucky enough to make it to the 12 band Final.

The lower grade bands will find their World largely unchanged, save for the fact they may end up having it on a Sunday.

It seems that the new format is chiefly aimed at placating the overseas Grade One contingent, who until now have run the risk of playing at 9am on the Saturday morning, not qualifying, and being reduced to spectators for the rest of the day.

One wonders if the RSPBA might have been better employed on looking at whether some of those overseas visitors really ought to be in Grade One at all. With the removal of some of the makeweights, the premier grade could be trimmed to manageable proportions, with say a 20 Band grade running in the existing final format, starting at about 11am. No need for the second day. The mutterings amongst the pipe band brethren are that the whole thing is financially motivated and there are still questions to be answered about the cost of the extra day for spectators and for bandsmen wanting to watch on their "non-playing" day.

This year's event seems to have been a broad success. The RSPBA made their now traditional blunder with the results, getting Grade 3 wrong this time. Last year it was the drum majors, the year before, Grade One. Bets are going on that next year they will print the programme upside down.

The Grade One results this time round were not without controversy. Few would argue that Field Marshal is the best band on the circuit but they apparently had a dodgy start to the MSR which certainly sent the online world a-flutter. SFU seemed strongly favoured on the Internet but the Judges clearly heard it differently. Power had great runs and seem to be approaching FM's standards of playing, if not quite getting there on sound.

The Boghall drumming prizes were very popular - and hopefully not overshadowed by the 3 month suspension doled out to Jim Kilpatrick. The absence of the fractured Shotts outfit left a bitter taste in the mouth for many, but Boghall has been perhaps overlooked as a corps in the past - perhaps unfairly.

One thing we can be sure of, any more rumblings about unfair judging and bias will once again be restricted to the physical Beer Tents and band halls - the thought police will make sure that the Internet will become sterile and docile.

So. Onwards to next year. Suppose I should be practising......

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11 August 2012

The Results

Novice Juvenile
Scotia Glenville USA
Drums George Watson's College

Grade 4b
Clogher & District
Drums Clogher & District

Grade 4a
New Ross & District
Drums New Ross & District

Juvenile
George Watson's College
Drums George Watson's College

Grade 3b
Ballybriest
Drums Ballybriest

Grade 3a
Robert Malcolm Memorial
Drums St Laurence O'Toole

Grade 2
Denny & Dunipace
Drums Brieg

Grade 1
Med FMMPB
Drums Boghall
MSR FMMPB
Drums Boghall

Overall
Field Marshall Montgomery
Scottish Power
SFU
Boghall & Bathgate
SLOT
Strathclyde Police

Drums Boghall & Bathgate

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All is calm, all is quiet....

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At times like this, wise heads head for the abandoned stands to await the finale.

The cell connection is woeful as usual, which cuts down on posting but there was one juicy morsel I wanted to post earlier.

Scottish Power were heading for final tuning and found SFU in their way. Rather than stopping and walking round, they matched right up to them and kept playing at full pelt. The P/M from Power then sought out Terry Lee and asked him to shift his band. Power then paraded right through the middle of them. It was all pretty aggressive and I have some of it on video for posting next week. Perhaps Power are a little too pumped?

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Cullybackey at the Line

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Five to Seven minutes to go.

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Last orders

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Cullybackey is the last band left outside final tuning. Not long to go.

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Haggis, Neeps, Tatties

Gourmet Delights

SFU in the House

TorPol

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More interested in whatever madness they have planned for the medley...

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Traders and Food Stalls

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Doing a gear trade and ripping people off no end.

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FM just played in MSR

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.....to a rapturous response....

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FM's Year Again

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They are sounding fantastic

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Peel Regional Police

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Getting ready....

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Untitled

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Boggies in final tuning to kick off the MSR

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Photo for last post

Low Tech Again

Why can't they get this on the big screen? They managed it 2 years ago.

All around, you can hear people mutter, "How the eff are you supposed to read that?"

In other news, the suspended Jim Kilpatrick and his Shotts corps have just been drum saluting at the Pearl Tent.

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Kick off!

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The crowds look bigger than ever - thank goodness for my pre-paid ticket.

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10 August 2012

Blogging the Worlds - Again

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I know hardly anyone reads these ramblings, but that won't stop me polluting the Internet with even more of the same.

This year, the Worlds trip has been extended a little and I already have nigh on 2 hours of video of a few of the Big Bands practising. The photo is of Scottish Power, warming up in front of a truly packed National Piping Centre.

I'll be roaming the Green tomorrow and will post occasionally. These days, the video is king, and that will have to wait for my return home next week.

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Blogging the Worlds - Again

P459

I know hardly anyone reads these ramblings, but that won't stop me polluting the Internet with even more of the same.

This year, the Worlds trip has been extended a little and I already have nigh on 2 hours of video of a few of the Big Bands practising. The photo is of Scottish Power, warming up in front of a truly packed National Piping Centre.

I'll be roaming the Green tomorrow and will post occasionally. These days, the video is king, and that will have to wait for my return home next week.

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04 June 2012

On Torches and Jubilees

Phew.

Today was a seriously early start and the sheer amount of patriotism was utterly exhausting. When a person spends most of his life being told that he should absolutely not be proud to be British, being confronted with an entire day (and more to come) when such behaviour is positively encouraged, a person can become quite fatigued.

The day started with a scamper down the road to see the Olympic Torch Relay gallop through Ards, en route to the thriving metropolis of Comber and thereafter Belfast.

The crowds were more than respectable at a time when all God-fearing people ought to be rolling over in their beds. After the Coca-Cola lorry and the Samsung big screen truck had trundled through, a pasty teen sprinted past the crowd with nary a wave. Several of the crowd had been engaged in the slow blinking beloved of the just-awake and in fact missed the whole thing.

Undaunted, we decided to hunt down further glimpses of the ancient Olympic stick of fire and high-tailed it to the seat of government at Stormont.

There we shivered and muttered through an hour or so of foot-shuffling unpleasantness before the torch re-appeared, this time in the custody of a lady of rather more mature years. She seemed to determined to enjoy her five minutes of fame - indeed, it appeared that she was keen to stretch it out to a half hour or so - thus providing many more opportunities for photographs.

With St John's Ambulance presumably on a high state of alert, she began to clamber the steps at the front of Parliament Buildings, only to find herself suddenly in the clutches of our never-popular Culture Minister, who I think is probably really called Carol Cullen. I like to imagine that there then followed a brief scuffle which resulted in the Minister's bouffant "do" catching light, but it was not to be.[[posterous-content:pid___1]]

Pausing only to gurn towards the cameras and raise her hands aloft five or six more times, our intrepid standard bearer finally surmounted the steps and the flame was promptly "escorted" from the torch into a lantern (of which Wee Willie Winkie would be proud) before being removed from public view and presumably debriefed by MI5 on what the Minister had said to it.

A brief hiatus followed, during which the next bearer was photographed endlessly in the presence of various local politicians and Mike Nesbitt.

Then it was just a matter of wrestling the lantern from Wee Willie, transferring the flame, and pelting down the steps towards Belfast, where the flame would see service later in the day to light the ceremonial tower of 1000 tyres, piled slightly too close to someone's house.

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I'm guessing this pattern is the same all over the UK? Right?

After a light breakfast of lard and exhaustion, we settled to watch the main event of the day, which was in no way Olympic focussed - the Thames River Pageant. Much has already been written and tweeted about the lamentable BBC coverage of Sunday's centrepiece of the Diamond Jubilee celebrations. I agree with most of the criticism, but cannot quite grasp the surprise that the Beeb should have got it wrong. Have we really forgotten the travesty of broadcasting that was the "William and Kate Wedding". Broadcasters no longer have any faith in the attention span of viewers and insist on short segments of genuine coverage interspersed with inane nonsense presented by a random blonde.

One would have thought that the authorities would catch on that television viewers might be rather more interesting in watching the actual spectacle rather than watching the people who have come to watch the spectacle. Rumours that the European Football Championships coverage will now consist of Gary Lineker interviewing a man who is watching the match are, thus far, apocryphal.

The thing that has gladdened my heart about the events of the long weekend is the explosion of national pride. Rather than the usual sneering unpleasantness which the media reserves for public displays of loyalism and royalism, we have been treated to a picture of a truly United Kingdom - united under the Crown and under our national colours.

In recent years, the UK (and its liberal media) has become obsessed with the notion of multi-culturalism to an extent which has become stifling. It has not been a true multi-culturalism anyway - rather, we have been cowed into believing that we cannot express anything of our own British identity for fear of offending our immigrant neighbours. We must tolerate their peculiar beliefs, even if they are anathema to the British way of life, but heaven help us if we dare express even a hint of pleasure or pride in being subjects of the Queen.

For a few days at least, that seems to have been swept away. The country is draped in red, white and blue. The television is filled with Palaces and corgis. Yet there has been no revolt by the forces of Islam. There has been no uprising of the people against their former Colonial Masters. The sky has not fallen.

I fear it will not last - but I very much hope that it does. I am enjoying being proud to be British.

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