Friday, July 28, 2006
More London Mexican food -- closer to home!
Yesterday we visited yet another new Mexican restaurant in London, Mercado (I've linked to their website even though it's still quite inactive. You never know). It's actually relatively close to our house (31 minutes' walk according to journeyplanner.org. So how could we resist the suggestion by a certain gentleman of our acquaintance to give it a try?

Mercado is at the top of Stoke Newington Church Street, and occupies the former location of Yum Yum Thai Restaurant (now moved to a fancy new location just around the corner). There's no sign of Thai there now; it's been redecorated in a colorful Mexican manner (not just sombreros and piñatas). When we sat down we were given a (small) serving of tortilla chips and a smidgen of salsa verde. The chips were nice and did not seem to have come from a bag (always a major strike). They have quite a range of cocktails and I can definitely report that the house margarita is quite tasty. Due to some sort of miscommunication (errr, a nice way of saying that I just wasn't paying any attention) both Mrs. Dunce and I ordered guacamole with chips. I understand that some previous reviews (which I haven't seen) have complained about the stingy portions of chips, and we felt the same way when we got our guacamole: each order had a nicely hefty portion of guacamole, but only a little handful of chips. However, as we got to the end of the chips (but nowhere near the end of the guacamole), the waitress brought us more (we didn't have to ask, nor were we charged). The main courses were really good as well. The menu is fairly brief, and features a number of dishes you wouldn't exactly call "ordinary". I had, erm, I've forgotten the name but it was a poblano pepper, stuffed with cheese and black beans and stuff, covered in a lovely-spicy almond mole (and with a side of new potatoes and spinach). Mrs. Dunce had a crepe with cuitlacoche (a much nicer term than "corn fungus" or "corn smut", never mind the description "a bulbous black fungus (Ustilago maydis) that infects corn, producing silvery, swollen, pebble like kernels") and cheese, covered in a light sauce whose ingredients failed to register with me. Cilantro, perhaps). And our gentleman companion had a chicken mole dish. Portions were quite large, but we somehow managed to make short work of them anyway.

The bill came to something like £75 (+ tip) which isn't bad at all, considering that we each had two cocktails. We'll definitely be back, it's really worth a repeat visit or two.

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 Thursday, July 27, 2006
The great helmet debate
I've recently noticed a major increase in the number of London cyclists who have taken the middle ground on the helmet debate. Rather than wearing their helmets all the time, these people have apparently decided to bring their helmet along, not wearing it but keeping it accessible by hanging it from a handlebar. Presumably this is so that, in the event of a predictable accident, the helmet is accessible enough that the well-prepared rider can put it on before crashing and landing on his/her head. And even if the accident is unpredictable, there is a nonzero chance that the rider's head will land on the helmet, preventing it (the head) from cracking like an egg. Now the only question is which handlebar is the better choice for your helmet.

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 Friday, July 21, 2006
Insert your favorite Arsenal pun here
Just about every day my cycle commute takes me past a giant construction site: the future site of Arsenal's new ground, Emirates Stadium. In the last couple of days there's been a sort of unveiling, and finally the stadium area is freely wanderable by even the lowest sort of riffraff (even the Dunce himself). Here's the new stadium in all of its glory (or at least a sizable chunk of its glory):



My juvenile, immature side took over quickly....







(arse-backwards, of course)



But I finally finished arsing around, and made my way into work. I've been riding the touring bike a lot lately so that I'm completely used to it by the time our major trip arrives. Here's what it looks like parked in my workplace's handy under-the-pavement hidey-hole (the fenders are the most recent addition):

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 Monday, July 17, 2006
Tour de France
I've been paying quite a bit of attention to the Tour de France this year. Every evening there's one hour of TV coverage summarizing the day's events, but really I'm most enjoying the various information available online. In addition to your run-of-the-mill live text coverage and radio coverage in an assortment of languages (all available through cyclingfans.com), this year it's also possible to see real-time telemetry for some riders (LIVE LINK; some previous races). This includes live heart rate, cadence, speed and power output (more information about it available here). It's especially interesting to see a rider's heart rate and power output shoot through the roof as he goes up a climb. I've also found it interesting to check out the real-time fluctuation in betting as a given stage comes to a close. Betfair.com operates very much in real time, and on last Friday's stage there was a four-man breakaway, running far enough ahead it became quite clear that one of the four would win. Each time one of the four made an attack, you could see his odds drop rapidly as punters started throwing heaps of money on him to win. Not just the stage, but you could also see the odds to win the entire Tour fluctuating as well. It could make a lot of sense to keep an eye on the telemetry to help make these high-speed, real-time betting judgments. Except there are not so many riders for whom live data are available, and they are not exactly in the hunt for the win:

58. Voigt, no odds available to win the Tour. Currently 40min 50sec off the lead (although he did win stage 13)
59. Martinez (can back him to win the Tour on Betfair at 1000-1)
69. Ventoso
76. Lang (can back him to win on Betfair at 1000-1)
77. Padrnos
85. Vasseur
93. Scholz
96. Grabsch
117. Zberg
142. Tankink

Anyway I'll certainly enjoy having assorted real-time information at my disposal. Until I can see them riding in person when next year's Tour visits the UK.

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 Friday, July 14, 2006
Taking a leak
On special offer today at the coffeeshop near my office:

LEAK AND POTATO SOUP

too bad I brought my lunch today.

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 Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Mexican food in London: still another contender
I've been writing a lot about Mexican food in London, and since our first visit to El Panzon I've been repeatedly (perhaps annoyingly) enthusiastic that London finally has a great Mexican restaurant. They've recently left the Hobgoblin and moved to a more convenient (for us) new location, the Dogstar in Brixton. And I'm pleased to report that the food is still fantastic.

But things are going crazy with new places popping up all over town. Earlier this week I finally made it to Daddy Donkey, a burrito (errr, I mean "burro") stand in Leather Lane. They're open only at lunchtimes M-F, but I have to say, mmmmmmmmmmm! I had a big-ol veggie burrito: beans, rice, guacamole and a tasty hot salsa. Although I gulped it down like a madman (I was in a bit of a state, getting ready for my British Sign Language assessment) I can report that it was excellent. I'll have to go back again (soon!) when I have a little more chance to savor my lunch.

But this is only one of many new places; I'm way behind the times ("the times" being most clearly illustrated on the long-running comments section on Phil Gyford’s prescient 2003 post "London's lack of Mexican"). There's apparently a new place called Beach Burritos just opened (4 Berwick Street). And a stall that sometimes appears at Chapel Market called Poblano. Not to mention Mercado Cantina which has recently opened just down the street from us. Heck, we haven't even visited Crazy Homies or Green and Red (not sure why the latter is listed as Argentinian) but they sound really good too.

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 Friday, July 07, 2006
Riding the bike more? A year on
It's one year since the London bombings, and numerous members of the media have descended upon the area where I work, right by Tavistock Square, just up the road from Russell Square (my blog entry from the day is here). Guys with very fancy camera rigs and other guys with laptops are everywhere (I say "guys" because women seem quite underrepresented), and a helicopter overhead is massively disrupting my attention span at the moment (explaining why I'm writing this entry first thing instead of my customary just-after-lunch blog-break where I take advantage of the extra "lunch time" gained by staying at my desk and wolfing my lunch in a couple of minutes).

There are loads of police officers around the area, so I was a bit more careful to stop for red lights than I normally am*. So it wasn't much of a surprise at all that I was approached by a journalist in search of a unique angle on "London Bombings: One Year On". I was asked almost exactly the same question that I was asked by some other journalist on 11 July last year. Then: "After the events of last week do you find you're cycling more?" Now: Have you been cycling more since the events of last July 7th?". No, I still haven't. He also asked whether I've noticed more cyclists on the road (or on the other hand, am I completely oblivious that the number of cyclists has doubled since 2000). My answer may have reflected my frustration with so many confused cyclists (usually of the fair-weather sort who ride dangerously and without paying attention to anyone else on the roads (or pavements)**, "Yes, I think a lot of people have and you'd think they'd bloody learn the rules of the road by now." I have no idea where the word "bloody" came from, and I fear this comment (if heard, which is unlikely) will be misconstrued as a strictly anti-red-light-jumping statement where my intent was really just "they should learn to pay attention and ride sensibly".


*Red light jumping is one of those issues that makes people crazy. Just use the word "red" in any cycling forum and you'll see what I mean. I am definitely a red light jumper, but a cautious one in that I watch closely for any crossing traffic, and always give pedestrians the right-of-way when they have an indicator (green man) or are in a zebra crossing. Yes it's definitely against the law to do this, and I'll stand up and take my fine if I get caught doing it (as in, if anyone starts enforcing it). See also things like jaywalking, speeding, parking without paying, assault and battery, murder (pro-red-light-jumpers tend to use the first three as examples of crimes that are a matter of personal decisions; the anti faction like to bring in the latter as the sort of thing unrestrained red light jumping will no doubt bring as we all throw respect for the law into the gutter). Anyway that's all to say my own personal preference is to disregard certain traffic ordinances while still remaining a good citizen of the road when it comes to my fellow road users (not just giving people the right of way, but also courtesy waves, eye contact and so on). This is probably an indication of my own personal philosophy as well, but frankly I don't have the time or inclination to expand on that.

**I've got no gripes against people who choose to ride their bikes only when it's nice out. It's just that it takes a while to get a good sense of the road, the flow of traffic and how to ride effectively in a way that minimizes your interference with other traffic.

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 Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Urgent Message!
Compliments of the day to you, or if you prefer, compliments of the season. Yes, I'm linking to urgentmessage.org which is an impressive repository of scam email (40,700 cases at present), set up as a sort of public service, in the hope that some potential victims might search for email addresses, phone numbers, etc. and thus come across proof that they are indeed being scammed and there is no MILLIONS OF US DOLLARS (US$) nor unexpected lottery wins, etc. The search functions allow you to find a whole slew of messages containing your favorite scam-phrases (258 containing "Calvary Greetings", 35 containing "ghastly plane crash", 48 using the name Wang Qin, and would you believe over a thousand which "come to you as a surprise"?). But perhaps the most interesting function (to me) is this site's ability to display links between related scams. Letters are graphically cross-referenced if they refer to the same phone number or email address, and phone numbers and email addresses are similarly linked if they are referred to in the same letter. Here are a couple of examples (Urgent Reply, We need your assistance).
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 Tuesday, July 04, 2006
An unexpected extended silence over in these parts
No, I didn't decide to take on bike thieves single-handed, ending up in the hospital or worse.
No, I haven't been spending every spare moment training for a mountain bike journey.*
Instead there's been quite a conspiracy of external factors that have pretty much wiped out the time I would ordinarily spend on blog entries. I had a couple of (work-related) visitors from sunny California (and the crunch-time work associated with their visits). And a couple of minor sporting events that have drawn my attention in a somewhat predictably obsessive way (World Cup, and now the Tour de France). And this year's journey to renowned music festival Tapestry Goes West (perhaps deserving its own entry, although I fear I'll end up writing more about buying loads of books in Hay, and watching England v. Portugal in a rugby-preferred pub in Port Talbot, Wales, then about the festival itself). And all sorts of work-related work that has somehow found itself all plopping onto my desk at once. Surely this will all evaporate soon.


*Although I have been doing a lot of investigation about the possibility of improving my touring bike's gear ratio for mountain climbing. It seemed like a fairly simple process to upgrade the rear cluster to an 8-speed (currently six), although I would need to obtain a new wheel with a slightly longer axle. Too bad the bike is of a retro style, most notably with 27" wheels which are not exactly easy to find in this day and age (the 700c is now standard). Switching wheels to 700c... well first of all it would probably require switching both front and back (additional cost) + tires for both. And it also seems I'd need to change the brakes as the current ones aren't very adjustable (when it comes to wheel diameter). So it seems I may be returning to my original plan: just putting on a different 6-speed cluster on the rear, one that has a serious granny gear. Plenty of wasted time getting to this conclusion, though.
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 Thursday, June 22, 2006
In broad daylight
Yesterday at lunchtime I was leaving my office with a small group of co-workers, and saw myself a curious sight. Three young gentlemen of the bike thief persuasion, wandering around the area. I had a feeling they were up to no good just by looking at them: two were on bikes, one on foot and all proceeding in a very casual, wandery sort of way. The odd thing was that the one on foot was wearing a pair of heavy looking work gloves (with shorts and a t-shirt). I sort of hung back to see what they were up to, and not much at all to my surprise they were up to no good. Two of them stopped their bikes at the side of the street, while the third went over to the railings and began to tie his shoe in the sort of manner you adopt when you're not at all actually interested in tying your shoe. Suddenly he had moved over just a couple of steps and began aggressively whacking (or something) at the lock on a mountain bike which was secured to the railing (correctly locked through wheels and frame, with double locks no less). I made a sort of approach and made some noises (perhaps a shout, it's hard to remember exactly) and just like that they wandered away (no doubt to find another bike nearby to work on). I figured they hadn't managed to steal the bike, and what more could I do (try to get into the building and ask around whose bike it was). So I felt really guilty when I returned later in the day and that bike wasn't there any longer (fortunately it was there again today; the owner or an associate must have seen the action and moved it inside to be safe).

I felt like I should have done something more, but what? Try to find a phone and call the police, when they were long gone and my description would have been very vague (three scrawny white kids in shorts and t-shirts, two of them on possibly stolen bikes)? Or university security (don't make me laugh)? Or charged in and attacked them (I felt like this is what I should have done, but wasn't carrying any sort of weapon besides the various parts of my body that are registered as deadly weapons)? Or maybe just followed them around to make them nervous? Instead I chose to continue on to lunch (and fret about whether I should have sawed off their legs or something).

Anyway, I was very surprised at their nerve, doing this in broad daylight, while loads of people were walking by (and seeming to ignore their antics completely). It's not really a surprise then that so many bikes disappear, and it makes me even more pleased that my workplace has a good quality off-street bike parking area where the bikes are not even visible to passersby.

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 Monday, June 19, 2006
Hill training
Yesterday I went with a couple of other guys on a bike ride intended to provide us with some much-needed training for our September journey to the High Tatras in south Poland and north Slovakia. We're finding it a little difficult to get a really good sense of what the roads are like, other than "mountainous". The small snippets of information we are able to find do not exactly leave me brimming with confidence, as they tend to feature numerous impressive climbs several kilometers in length, and when the area is depicted in with distance on the x-axis and altitude on the y-axis it looks even more frightening. Also just about all we have been able to find focuses upon the immediate areas of Zakopane and Stary Smokovec which pretty much just covers the first two (riding) days of our trip. And mainly that we will be climbing a really impressive mountain to cross the border between Poland and Slovakia (something like going from elevation of ~600m to 1250m over the course of 40km. In feet and miles, I think that's a few miles up, over the course of a few hundred miles. At least, that's what my legs will feel like).

Of course there's no shortage of information about our next stop, Bardejov, another Bardejov site (an impressively preserved medieval guild town which like other preserved medieval towns saw its importance waning after the 16th century or so, thus leaving it preserved for the usual reasons of the expense of modernization and the relative unimportance in a warfare sort of sense. My activities there may involve some scoping out for a future journey with Mrs. Dunce who also has a great interest in that sort of place), but I've found nothing relevant to the cycle journey (e.g. just how nasty the hills are). And for our last main stop, Nowy Sacz ("The Tuscany of Poland"), there doesn't seem to be a whole lot of anything in English, much less a detailed description of the roads between Bardejov and there. Or between there and Krakow, other than the fact that it's in the middle of the Beskid Mountains which suggests that riding around there will be no picnic.

Aaaaaanyway, back to yesterday's ride. Because of the above, some of us have decided it would be a really good idea to get in some hill riding, operating under the logic that no matter what the mountain roads are like, it cannot hurt us to practice on some hills steeper than those available to us on our London commutes. So together with my psycho Texan lawyer friend Jason, I was up bright and early yesterday morning, cruising through the refreshingly empty streets of a London Sunday morning (less empty than you'd think, though), and rushing onto the train to Guildford that was departing that very moment. We met up with Gus, a local guy and friend of Jason's who promised a route that would put us through our paces. And we were not disappointed; there were some impressively steep climbs, and loads and loads of guys on road bikes, obviously in the hills for the same sort of reasons we were (you don't ordinarily see many road bikes at all around London. I guess they're all up in them thar hills)*. It was impressively/oppressively hot and muggy, I'm not sure exactly how hot but certainly in the mid 80s/high 20s. I also played around with using the GPS as a secondary navigation device (Gus being the primary navigation device). It was quite handy especially once I set one of the active displays to show the elevation, that way I could tell exactly how badly I was suffering (a handy secondary measure being the frequency of gasping). The only drawbacks were on some of the hills (cut into stone) with heavy tree canopies where I lost the signal for (a total of) more than a mile. Fortunately these conditions also protected me from the sun, but I still managed to get a nice English tan (red, red, red, ouch. I had a tube of sun cream with me, but left it in the bag where it would be safe). I ended up clocking just over 60 miles (including a dozen or so in London riding to and from the train station). One thing that became quite evident is that the gearing of my bike is not at all well suited for significantly hilly territory (my lowest gear being 37-23 at the moment). Although there was only one hill I wasn't able to finish, had to get off and walk the last 20-30 meters. But the other guys were suffering on it as well. Ah well, there are plans afoot to improve my gearing situation in the near future. By the time I got home, though, I wasn't much use for anything. Except as a salt lick for the lucky cat, and I was too tired to shoo her away.

Jason's report of the trip, with photos

*I see that the local cycle club of Godalming (near Dorking), has a really nice list of road routes in the area. In case I want something similar but in a different environment. But I'll probably do exactly the same route next time I want to taste some hills; I've marked the route in detail on my GPS so I can duplicate it exactly if I wish.

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 Thursday, June 15, 2006
American mispronunciation
It's no secret that numerous British locations are ripe for mispronunciation, especially by American visitors (much to the amusement/irritation of locals). Places like Leicester (pronounced more like "Lester"*), Birmingham, Nottingham (and plenty of other -hams which mostly are pronounced more like "Birming'm", "Notting'm" and so on), the Thames ("tems"), and the list just goes on and on. But this entry is concerned about every once in a while when it goes the other way, where for a few certain places in the US, even BBC presenters (usually excellent in their correct pronunciation of various locales) repeatedly slip up. And we're not talking obscure anomalies like Versailles, Indiana (pronounced like "ver SAILS", of course). The three I've noticed the most are the city of Houston (TX), and the states Maryland and Michigan.

Houston: The correct pronunciation is of course something like "HYOO-ston" (where the last vowel is actually our old friend the schwa, English's favorite vowel in unstressed syllables, but as I already decided not to bother with any sort of unusual transcription characters, I'm sorta stuck making asides like this. Should have just embedded schwas and been done with it). As in "Houston, we've had a problem" (NASA audio link. Named after Sam Houston, who apparently pronounced his name that way. The British pronunciation is more like "HOO-ston", perhaps this is how the name of the "original Houston" (in Scotland) is pronounced (it's a minor enough place I've never heard its name said aloud). It's not simply a pronunciation difference between US and UK English overall, as the word "huge" has the same onset as the US pronunciation of "Houston" in both languages. The UK pronunciation is also not likely to be an extension of the pronunciation from other terms beginning with "HOU": the most common ones being "HOUR, HOUSE, HOUND" all of which would suggest pronouncing Houston as "HOUSE-ton". As, in fact, is the correct pronunciation of Houston Street in New York City.

Maryland: This is a particularly obvious one, possibly related to a tendency I've noticed in British English to give equal stress to different parts of compound words or compound-like words (terms "dandruff" and "vineyard" are pronounced as "DAN-druff" and "VIN-yurd" in US English, but more like "DAN-DRUFF" and "VINE-YARD" in UK English). The US pronunciation is something like "MAR-u-lund" (gosh, a couple of schwas would be so useful, but now it's far too late), while the UK pronunciation is "MARy-LAND". Like the name Mary + "land". I guess this is a straight-up trade for the zillions of US English speakers (including myself) who just cannot manage to correctly pronounce Marylebone (in London). I'm avoiding discussion of how the first syllable of Maryland should be pronounced (like "Mary"? or like "merry"? or like "marry"?), because my particular dialect doesn't distinguish between these vowels, and no doubt I'm mispronouncing it as far as the locals are concerned.

And then we get to Michigan, the one that seems to rile me the most of the three. I'm not sure I've ever heard a UK speaker pronouncing the name of this state correctly. The correct pronunciation is "MISH-i-gan" (more schwas needed in those unstressed syllables, gah!), but the standard UK English pronunciation is "MITCH-i-gan". If anything, I would have expected UK English speakers to get this right, following the slightly greater tendency of UK English to persist with slightly French pronunciations of words of French origin (such as the nasalized vowel at the end of the word "restaurant", although maybe this is just a sign of snootiness. A speaker of US English who nasalized that vowel would no doubt be asked to leave the country). Well, maybe it has something to do with guessing the pronunciation. There are plenty of words beginning in (consonant+ICH) or (consonant cluster+ICH), but most of them are either prefixed forms beginning with "bi" or "di" (bichromate, dichotomy, dichromate), in which the (consonant+ICH) is broken across multiple syllables, or highly obscure words (cichar, fichu, kichel, lich [less obscure if you're a nerd), lichi, nichil, vichy). There are a few common names which go all over the place (Michelle, Nicholas, Michael, Richard), but perhaps the deciding factor is the only really common word on the list, "rich". Pronounced like the UK English version of "Michigan". As usual, it can all be blamed on money.

* I'm not bothering with IPA when describing correct pronunciations, hence my descriptions may not be exactly right. But I think they get the idea across.

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 Monday, June 12, 2006
What can you expect from England fans?
This weekend we had a guest in town: my sister's husband (Noblesvillain) was in London for his first stop on what looks like a punishing work trip around various parts of Europe. We decided to give him a true England experience, and (after taking a brief detour to Greenwich and the Prime Meridian) went to watch the England v. Paraguay World Cup match. We thought we'd take advantage of the nice day and join the crowds watching the match on the giant screen in Canary Wharf (instead of packing into a crowded, smoky pub). Due to a lack of time management (watching a character presentation about longitude, timekeeping and navigation at the Greenwich observatory, then wandering a few hundred feet east of the Prime Meridian to the point at which my GPS read 0 east), we arrived shortly after the first (and only) goal of the match. Watching the replays of the crowd reaction, it seemed like this was a good move: the goal happened so early in the match that many fans were equipped with full bottles/cans of beer or cider, thus their impassioned celebrations were characterized by gallons of liquids spraying in all directions.

However, our late arrival also meant that due to the crowds (estimated at 6000+) we had one of the worst spots you could imagine. We were off to the side of the square, behind a portable dumpster and somewhat in the underbrush. Our view of the match was fine except for a tree that entirely obscured the middle of the screen (most of the middle of the screen, I should say). Except for Mrs. Dunce who also had taller people standing in front of her. She couldn't see anything. Except the small group of young lads behind us who were engaged in stereotypical behavior of English youth (one was drunk enough to fall on the ground and lie there where his [also drunken] mates could take pictures of him. Until he roused himself enough to stand and vomit, not in our direction thankfully. And to throw beer on his friends [and assorted unlucky bystanders]. That was nice). At halftime we moved toward the front, still along the edge of the underbrush, and again next to a dumpster, but this time at a location where at least the Noblesvillain and I could see the screen without any obstruction. Mrs. Dunce, suffering from a height shortage, was not so lucky and chose this time to take her leave, heading for the shopping center until the game was finished.

About the middle of the second half (quite undistinguished as far as the football goes), there suddenly erupted some sort of ruckus very near us, with sudden sounds of broken glass and the sort of crowd movement that definitely indicates a fight. But unlike the sorts of sport-related fights I've seen before, it was more than two guys going at it, surrounded by a ring of onlookers, and soon to be broken up by police or security. Instead there seemed to be loads of people, throwing bottles at each other with full strength, swinging sticks (or something) at each other, and so on. Crowds of people were rushing in a panic from the scene, right in our direction, and even more concerning were the numbers of ill-tempered looking young men headed toward the fray. The trusty dumpster was suddenly very handy indeed as most of the action was on the other side of it. We decided, however, that we should amble away from the scene. Perhaps we were not running but our casual saunter out into the street had a sense of urgency about it. For a few moments the screen was shut off, displaying only a message saying something like "The live broadcast will not resume until order is restored".

But the broadcast resumed, and the Noblesvillain and I made our way back through the underbrush to a spot very near our original (non)viewing location, but where we were actually able to see the screen. This only lasted for five minutes or so, however, as the broadcast was interrupted again. Obviously the trouble was continuing in the same area (the remotely-controlled cameras were all pointing in that direction), so after a few minutes we decided to exit and find Mrs. Dunce in the shopping centre (ummm, if you decide to meet outside a Starbucks, make sure you indicate which one!). And it's a good thing we did; soon after we started walking there was a police announcement, indicating that the screening was finished and that people should make an orderly exit. As we had a head start, we were able to leave the area without incident.

It was very odd: there were no signs of police or security anywhere, until the very end when we were leaving and a few police vehicles showed up. It seems almost shocking that there would be no police presence at such a large public event, especially one involving football. News reports suggested that approximately 200 people were involved in the fighting, and that it may have stemmed from a conflict between Millwall and West Ham supporters. 16 people were injured, but no arrests were made.

Canary Wharf troubles in the news:
Sunday Life: "Mass brawls break out in London and Liverpool"
Mirror: "Home yobs face ban"
Independent: " Outdoor screenings suspended after brawl"
and the best of all, Telegraph: "Fans collect first points in the good behaviour league"

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 Friday, June 09, 2006
World Cup finals start here!
Today the streets of London are full of cars flying St. George's flag; I saw literally hundreds on my way to work today (and I am using the term "literally" literally, not just as a run-of-the-mill intensifier). But today I was really looking out for flags representing other countries in the final. Besides England, here's how it broke down (all flag images can be seen at the Flags Of The World website)

3 Trinidad & Tobago
2 Poland (there may have been more; it's hard to distinguish Poland from England at a glance)
1 Ghana
1 USA
1 Australia
1 Brazil
1 Portugal
1 Ivory Coast (This may have been an Irish flag; they look very similar to me: Ireland; Côte dʼIvoire. Definitely orange and not red, so it wasn't Italy).

So there you have it. The flag count metric makes Trinidad & Tobago the clear winner. Place your bets now; at the moment you can get 1000-1 odds. Bet the rent money; this one is a sure thing!

Friday, June 09, 2006 11:20:17 AM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)  #    Disclaimer  |  Comments [1]  | 
 Thursday, June 08, 2006
Supporting my team in the World Cup
For this year's World Cup final, I decided to participate in my department's World Cup sweepstake. The way it works: each participant pays a small sum into the pot, and is randomly assigned a team (thus the number of participants is limited to 32, the number of teams in the final). The holder of the winning team wins the bulk of the pot; the runner-up wins something as well, and there is also a booby prize for the holder of the worst-performing team (decided by goal difference if there are multiple teams on 0 points, which there surely will be). And what should fate deal me, particularly as a new British citizen?


Yes indeedy. By the luck of the draw, I have been forced to throw all of my football-supporting energy behind the U!!S!!A!!, perhaps negating all of this citizenship/naturalisation rigamarole. I'd better get on the ball at supporting my favorite players too then. As I am wont to do, I have chosen my favorites by randomly selecting from the roster. First of all my very favorite of favorites is Eddie Lewis, currently playing in England for the much-beloved Leeds United (How beloved? Google search for "hate Leeds" only gives 949 hits [comparable to the number of hits for "hate puppies", vs 71,700 for "love Leeds"). My second favorite player is Damarcus Beasley, a midfielder for much-beloved PSV Eindhoven. And finally, another defender, Oguchi Onyewu, currently playing for Standard Liege of Belgium.

Is one of my new favorites likely to score a goal in the World Cup? They have a total of 141 games of international experience, scoring 21 goals (0.15 per game). If we assume that the three of them all play in each match, scoring at a rate of 0.15 goals/match rate (not at all a given as the World Cup finals include stronger opposition), and that the US makes it through the group stage before exiting at the first round of the knockout stage (ie, playing 4 matches), (and a number of statistical assumptions that are totally violated anyway so you might think "why bother"), binomial calculations come up with a 47.8% chance that one (or more) of them will score.

Anyway, who cares if my new favorite players score as long as my designated favorite team wins it all. USA! USA! USA! Chant it with me! USA!!

Thursday, June 08, 2006 2:42:36 PM (GMT Standard Time, UTC+00:00)  #    Disclaimer  |  Comments [0]  |