Monday, July 30, 2012

A Handful Of Minor Injuries

With the London 2012 Olympics in full swing, I can finally reveal the surprising truth about the Vancouver 2010 Winter Olympics.


Special Winter Olympic Report
by Claire Angorra-Smith, BBC Sport


The 2010 Olympic Winter Games in Vancouver has been a truly global spectacle, a magnificent showcase for alpine sport, and full of surprises.

But aside from the excitement and spectacle of the basic fifteen events, what of the demonstration events going on at Vancouver? Both summer and winter games have been light on these trail events in recent years. In fact, not since Albertville in 1992 have new sports been tried in an alpine setting.

But Vancouver has broken with this recent tradition and added in one new event.

The "Super D" Pairs Sledless Descent.

For those new to Super D, it's a white-knuckle ride down through a mile and a half of steep mountainside. Two athletes, no transport, no limits. Just a pair of courageous drunken souls, or Plummeters, sliding on their backsides at up to ninety miles an hour, pitted against a merciless and precipitous mountain.

One week ago, two renowned bloggers received the call to join the British Olympic Team in Vancouver. Their mission? The Super D.

Little is known about the sporting pedigrees of Indigo Roth and the mysterious single-monicker iDifficult. The pair were discovered after a rowdy evening on the tiles which ended in an accidental slide down the infamous Tipplers' Tumble in their snowbound home town.

They were naturals, said talent scout Shifty Mandelson. One minute they were staggering along the road near The Tumble, and the next they were off piste. Their survival instinct kicked in instantly, and they displayed world-class cameraderie, effortless cursing, and breakneck speed. I knew we'd have a chance of a medal if we could get them out of the hospital and into the team.

After arriving at Whistler Mountain outside Vancouver, Roth and iDifficult threw themselves into training, working on a steady rhythm of beer - curry - plummet. After three days, utterly unable to tell their arses from their elbows, they were still trailing the times of the Canadian professional duo Kato Kato & David Coleman. But, determined to bring home the gold for Queen and Country, they pushed the boat out in the final few hours to get themselves really relaxed.

Things nearly came unstuck as they waited for their run at the top of Whistler. A drunken altercation with the German team ended with a Mountie being summoned. The pair, unable to produce their Olympic identification, were arrested and handcuffed to each other and then to the starting gate. They could only stand and sing Show Me The Way To Go Home quietly as their Canadian rivals posted their best time.

Just as all hope seemed lost, Roth borrowed a hairpin from passing American plummeter C. L. Larew, who was just about begin her descent with canine team-mate W. D. Hickory. iDifficult set to work picking the handcuff lock, and the duo cheered mightily as the Americans swept past the Canadians to take the lead*.

[* Larew sustained only a handful of minor injuries from Hickory sitting on her wagging his tail, using her as a makeshift sled.]

The British pair were called to race just as the first lock was picked; they had detached themselves from the starting gate, but not each other. Pluckily, they elected to make the run still handcuffed together.

As the pair leapt to their date with destiny, slurring Swing Low Sweet Chariot, the prayers of late-night viewers in Britain went with them. Their start was blistering, a tumbling whirl of limbs and off-key crooning, but they lost vital seconds arguing about the best place to stop and take a leak. Unable to find a bus-stop, they ploughed ahead, and seemed to be losing time until they bounced off a sequence of three rocks. Roth's trio of sharp cries started an avalanche and, sensing victory, the pair were carried by the wall of snow past the finish line in a record time.

Indigo Roth's Winter OlympicsThe Canadian Team lodged an appeal about the handcuffs as unauthorised equipment, but this was dismissed by IOC President Jacques Rogge as Being entirely in the spirit of the event and the Olympic Movement.

Roth and iDifficult were unavailable for interviews, but our new British sporting heroes will no doubt have plenty to say for themselves as soon as the casts and bandages come off.


Indigo

Dedicated to the late legend Hickory The Wonder Dog
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Sunday, July 29, 2012

And Plenty More To Come

It's been a busy few days.

First I went here:

Indigo Roth'S Olympic Opening Ceremony
Then today I went here:

Indigo Roth's Olympic Aquatic Centre
It's been awesome! And there's plenty more to come!

But if you're not a fan, here's some flowers.

Indigo Roth'S Olympic Opening Ceremony
Lovely.

Go Team GB!


Indigo

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Thursday, July 26, 2012

* I Don't Think I Nailed It

This blog entry has been removed, revised and included in the romping sci-fi epic TESTAMENT: FUNNY BADGERS by Indigo Roth, Red Angel Publishing, 2013.

Its reference in the book is 2 ROTH 4:1-68

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Wednesday, July 25, 2012

* For Queen And Country

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Its reference in the book is SPIES 3:1-9

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Tuesday, July 24, 2012

* Digesting A Fill Of Midnight

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Its reference in the book is ELLIOT 1:1-62

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Sunday, July 22, 2012

Always In Good Company

It's dark under the piano. Indigo!

It feels heavy enough to be a Steinway Grand. INDIGO!

I think some of its eighty eight black and white keys are in my mouth.

INDIGO?! Where are you? Are you all right?!

Daylight bursts into view as Abbey lifts the shattered, black-lacquered wooden lid. The charming brunette leans over me in stunned silence. Her upside-down-but-very-pretty face is framed by blue sky as I gaze upwards through the wreckage; it’s a nice look on her.

Hey babe, I mumble with a smile, spitting piano keys feebly. I think there’s piano wire flossing between my front teeth.

Oh, thank Heavens you’re okay! She looks around the deserted street, and briefly up at the the office building behind us. Is there a balcony ten floors up? What on earth happened?!

Hard to say, I cough, I was headed into town to, um, buy some supplies...

Abbey huffs, interrupting. Another pizza? There's a healthy dollop of accusation; she knows I’m dieting.

I don’t recall, I fib, but on the way I was interrupted by, well... by a falling piano. This one. I give her a cheery grin; I don’t want her to worry too much. Or press me on the subject of pizza. But you’re here to help, which is nice. How come you’re downtown?
Indigo Roth's Falling Piano
She gives me a look, probably in response to my changing the subject. Well, luckily we were headed here to meet King.  Really? I’ve not seen our resident lion for a few days. Yavin is with me. The whole gang was supposed to meet here. The concerned black-and-white snout of the Chief Engineer badger peeps into view; he’s trying not to climb on the piano. He taps the brim of his cap with his smoking pipe in greeting.

Hey Yavin, nice to see you, I slur, and turn my gaze back to my neighbour. So, why were you meeting King?

Because we were invited, old boy! booms a new voice. A shadow crosses my face as Max Tunguska - Lunatic-In-Extraordinary to the House Of Windsor – strolls into view. He’s come from the opposite direction and is the right way up, at least. The arch-genius wears a fresh crewcut, and a smirk that would startle a police horse. His tall, athletic figure is looking rather trim today; good grief, the piano must have hit me harder than I realised. Max waves a hand affably, Its okay, Roth, don’t get up.

I suspect this might tell us something! says an American voice. I have a vague impression of an envelope fluttering at the bottom my vision to the left of Max. It can only be the diminutive Eolist Petite. There’s a few seconds of clicks and clanks as she noisily erects her personal stepladders, and then Michigan’s finest edges into view. Just. The tiny redhead waves the envelope more clearly, This note was attached to the piano!

Well, the gang really is all here. Or are they? Is anyone missing?

With a rustle of paper and a louder slurping of coffee, Eolist finesses the letter open with one hand and hands it to Max. There’s a moment’s silence before he reads:

Indigo, congratulations on your 300th blog entry. I look forward to your next entry with keen interest! Regards, King. P.S. Duck!

Abbey smiles, It's so like him to remember! She's very fond of the old rogue. So am I, if I'm honest. The lion has class. If a questionable sense of surprises.

That handsome alpha feline is something, isn’t he? offers Eolist with obvious admiration. There’s a general rumble of agreement.

They seem to have forgotten me. I clear my throat.

Is it really three hundred entries? Wow, Max issues a whistle, oblivious to my plight, That's a lot.

No kidding, adds Eolist. Though of course, that 30 Days Of Roth series made for some fast re-runs that would have pushed that number up.

The pair nod and hmmm. Max looks sideways at her.

It's lucky we’re here to provide a bit of extra colour and necessary exposition; he waves my way, Roth's not that talkative right now.

The Dinky Dynamo seems to consider this, but then looks down as brief series of creaks heralds the arrival of Yavin at the top of the stepladders. They stand together; I’d forgotten how similar in height they are. Hey, Yavin. Ms. Petite pops a kiss on his nose; the badger's eyes wrinkle and he cheeses happily as he puffs on his pipe.

I cough a little louder. Max glances my way, and looks at me guiltily. Right, he says definitely, we should get the piano off Roth right away. Finally! Some action. My friend sighs, If only Bear were here.

Of course, it’s Bear that’s missing. The seven-foot black bear would have this off me in a trice, and would probably throw in some words of wisdom. He never fails to illuminate me.

I can see him in the distance. He’s heading this way. I can hear a rich growling baritone giving a familiar Stevie Wonder tune a welcome airing.

He won’t get any dialogue, whispers Max, we’ve run out of the usual colours.

I scream in frustration as much as pain. I love these people, but they’re so damned odd all the time. And I laugh, despite myself.

I guess I’m always in good company.

Well, I shan't forget this day in a hurry, I grumble, to myself as much as anyone else. There's a faint scent of burning martyr.

Oh Indy, purrs Abbey, you know how Kingy is; he adores you secretly. He knows you can handle yourself in a scrape.

Or a squash, I mutter sourly as she continues.

And besides, you love a good joke! I’m struggling to see the funny side, but I’m suddenly jolted back to reality as the piano starts to rock. I curse and struggle to look up. Ah. The young badgers Hoth, Sollust and their sister Dantoo have appeared, and are bouncing on the exposed piano strings. It’s musically painful.

I turn back to Abbey. You realise OW I was OW nearly killed, right?

Abbey leans close and gently kisses me on the forehead.

Nearly is the same as Not, honey. She sounds grateful, which is something.

I cough. I'll let my ribs know, thank you.

She giggles and touches her nose. It's quite endearing.

I forget my name.

Stay put. We'll have you out in time for entry 301.


Indigo

This blog entry is dedicated to everyone who reads this.
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Saturday, July 21, 2012

Making A Reasonable Argument

It's been a day of intrigue here in Cambridge.

King - our resident lion, connoisseur of zebras, and stealer of neckties - is an ambassador at the British Embassy. And occasionally he brings his work home with him.

This morning, I awoke to find him in my living room with the head of state for Antarctica, The Penguin Kaiser "Free Willy" Wilhelm.

Indigo Roth presents The Penguin Kaiser(Worth a click to check out his uniform)

After some introductions, I expressed my surprise, as I felt sure Antarctica was a nationless continent. The little old rockhopper gave me the red-eye and declared in a heavy Germanic accent, that:

Ve are a new nation, ja? Many have staked a claim to der continent, but who iz bedder to claim zovereignty zan der indigenous inhabitants?

This seemed an entirely reasonable argument. And as a penguin, he seemed entirely representative. He continued:

Ve vill soon take our place on der vorld stage. Ve are an expanding nation, and at some point, ve vill need lebensraum!

I frowned, trying to remember this word. King stepped in and translated it for me as "living room".

A few minutes later, after a flurry of Teutonic curses, I had the house to myself again; King had exited with his colleague, to escort him back to his Embassy.

I'm a reasonable guy.

And I'm always happy to greet new people in my home.

But nobody messes with my living room.

Indigo

Dedicated to my old mate Dominic Shine
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