"The Door" is a 1968 cartoon which is probably on YouTube, but is impossible to find because it's just called "The Door" and everybody else in the world seems to have made an inferior cartoon by that name. But what I was meaning to blog about before I started thinking about that, was that the whole controversy about my door on Saturday seems to have been blown up out of all proportion, with wild accusations flying around, so I should probably point out that the door to the block of flats was locked successfully, and so there was very little danger of me being robbed or ransacked. This is a neighbourhood where you can leave your door unlocked, as long as the exterior door is firmly bolted.
So, sorry I made such a fuss about it. Now, someone find me that cartoon, because I want to watch it.
Thursday, August 04, 2011
Monday, August 01, 2011
Back to the grind
Temporarily back with Boots again for the short-term future - exactly how short-term depends on whether a regular work schedule helps me with developing a regular memory-training schedule, which strangely enough it usually does. And it needs to, because I was pretty awful in my attempts at memorising things tonight. Not slower than I was a month ago, but much less accurate in the recall. Hopefully the next three weeks will be enough to rebuild my synapses (or whichever bits it is that helps you memorise things, I don't really know. Neurons, possibly. Or dendrites.) before the UK Championship, German Championship and Swedish Championship come in rapid succession.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Cambridge in the spring
The Cambridge Memory Championship this year was a resounding success, I thought. Held at Attenborough Nature Reserve, which is nowhere near Cambridge but is just down the road from me, we had a great lineup of competitors including world number 2 Johannes Mallow, Boris Konrad, rising Norwegian star Ola Risa, British star James Ponder (there are so few British memory people that they all count as stars) and more. A large number of people were staying at my flat - Ola brought Norwegian chocolate, which guarantees you preferential treatment in any memory competition. Not really, I'm only joking. Dai Griffiths and John Burrows were coming on the train from Wales, which apparently takes six hours. Raj Jain had come all the way from India, which takes slightly longer. We also had Swedish superstar Mattias Ribbing, plus Ameel Hoque and his non-memory-related friend Mo, all the way from Manchester, and Conor Muldoon from wherever he lives at the moment, I've forgotten. Anyway, most of us went to the Victoria pub down the road for a meal and some serious memory-talk on Friday night before getting a good night's sleep. John ended up getting my one spare bed, I'm not sure exactly how - possibly because he's bigger and stronger than any of my other guests.
Saturday turned out to be a lovely day - I was planning for us all to get the train from Beeston to Attenborough, but James was staying in a hotel near my place and had brought his car, so he ferried us all there in groups of three or four at a time. Whoever was last out of my flat in the morning neglected to close the door, so it was standing wide open all day, but luckily nobody noticed. We were joined at the venue by ever-awesome arbiter-in-chief Phil Chambers and new-to-memory-competitions Sunjay Parmar, and found our way into the nature reserve's conference room.
This is a perfect room for a small memory competition - quietish, spacious enough for nine competitors and five arbiters to move around and swing cats if necessary, equipped with laptop and projector for the groovy Powerpoint slides I'd prepared and commanding a lovely view of the lake filled with swans, geese, coots, grebes, ducks and whatnot. It also came with a downright delicious lunch - a choice of several meals and desserts which people ordered at the start of the day and then, in the traditional way that memory experts have, forgot what they'd asked for. Also, everyone there was friendly and helpful, and the place is hugely recommended for anyone who's in need of a conference room, any time!
The competition itself was won by Johannes, as everyone had confidently expected, although he wasn't entirely happy with his performance. Ola, who's been working on his Ben System lately, had some really great results and came second. Sunjay, by virtue of being the only competitor who qualified as a beginner, won the much-coveted "Best Beginner" prize. The whole thing ran smoothly and less than half an hour behind the ambitiously tight schedule, so I was pretty happy with it, all in all. Full results can be seen already on the awesome memocamp.com website.
After the competition we went to the Village Hotel down the road, where Hannes was staying. Or at least most of us did - my ambiguous directions sent Phil, Conor and Sunjay to a different pub, where they had a drink before noticing they were alone and coming to find the rest of us. Then a small rebel faction decided that rather than having an expensive hotel-pub meal, we'd rather eat at McDonald's over the road, so my fellow junk-food aficionados John, Ola and Sunjay went there. Sunjay, who's a magician and clearly in league with some kind of demon who grants him supernatural powers, boggled my mind completely with an impossible card trick. Seriously, it was sinister. Then we went back to the Village and successfully arranged for everyone to get on the right train home - trains only stop at Attenborough once an hour, so that's quite a feat.
At around this time I realised that I'd forgotten my world-championship-souvenir jacket back at the nature reserve, but with it being such a nice place, I'm sure someone will have found it and kept it safe, along with the numerous other things that the memory masters will doubtless have forgotten to take with them.
And we've (rather late in the day) now been told that the UK Championship will happen on August 25 and 26, so that gives me something to work towards. I'm planning to get down to some serious memory training over the next few weeks (work and hanging out drunkenly with my brother permitting) and hopefully being on reasonable form by then - I was in a good shape a month ago, but TV and psychology-studies have interrupted my training schedule quite fatally since then.
Saturday turned out to be a lovely day - I was planning for us all to get the train from Beeston to Attenborough, but James was staying in a hotel near my place and had brought his car, so he ferried us all there in groups of three or four at a time. Whoever was last out of my flat in the morning neglected to close the door, so it was standing wide open all day, but luckily nobody noticed. We were joined at the venue by ever-awesome arbiter-in-chief Phil Chambers and new-to-memory-competitions Sunjay Parmar, and found our way into the nature reserve's conference room.
This is a perfect room for a small memory competition - quietish, spacious enough for nine competitors and five arbiters to move around and swing cats if necessary, equipped with laptop and projector for the groovy Powerpoint slides I'd prepared and commanding a lovely view of the lake filled with swans, geese, coots, grebes, ducks and whatnot. It also came with a downright delicious lunch - a choice of several meals and desserts which people ordered at the start of the day and then, in the traditional way that memory experts have, forgot what they'd asked for. Also, everyone there was friendly and helpful, and the place is hugely recommended for anyone who's in need of a conference room, any time!
The competition itself was won by Johannes, as everyone had confidently expected, although he wasn't entirely happy with his performance. Ola, who's been working on his Ben System lately, had some really great results and came second. Sunjay, by virtue of being the only competitor who qualified as a beginner, won the much-coveted "Best Beginner" prize. The whole thing ran smoothly and less than half an hour behind the ambitiously tight schedule, so I was pretty happy with it, all in all. Full results can be seen already on the awesome memocamp.com website.
After the competition we went to the Village Hotel down the road, where Hannes was staying. Or at least most of us did - my ambiguous directions sent Phil, Conor and Sunjay to a different pub, where they had a drink before noticing they were alone and coming to find the rest of us. Then a small rebel faction decided that rather than having an expensive hotel-pub meal, we'd rather eat at McDonald's over the road, so my fellow junk-food aficionados John, Ola and Sunjay went there. Sunjay, who's a magician and clearly in league with some kind of demon who grants him supernatural powers, boggled my mind completely with an impossible card trick. Seriously, it was sinister. Then we went back to the Village and successfully arranged for everyone to get on the right train home - trains only stop at Attenborough once an hour, so that's quite a feat.
At around this time I realised that I'd forgotten my world-championship-souvenir jacket back at the nature reserve, but with it being such a nice place, I'm sure someone will have found it and kept it safe, along with the numerous other things that the memory masters will doubtless have forgotten to take with them.
And we've (rather late in the day) now been told that the UK Championship will happen on August 25 and 26, so that gives me something to work towards. I'm planning to get down to some serious memory training over the next few weeks (work and hanging out drunkenly with my brother permitting) and hopefully being on reasonable form by then - I was in a good shape a month ago, but TV and psychology-studies have interrupted my training schedule quite fatally since then.
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