Yesterday

Yesterday, I walked to the chess club. The cricket had ended. England lost.

A quiet stroll, I saw no one en route-almost!

Ten or so at the club only and the last in was I.

Interesting games were played, well a few.

During one a white pawn fell off the table and broke upon the floor.

Soon after all got up and left early.

As did I.

It was light when I walked home still.

Along the way, I saw an old friend.

Then, once in, to bed I went.

Yesterday.

Ahem, tis’ my favourite The Beatles song methinks.
No one is there to play with now.

Mark. J. McCready 11.59 pm Wednesday June 21st 2023

An imprisoning darkness, Luton.

It is indeed late here. 03.38 am as I type.

A late night find here:

Found here: https://durbanchessclub.co.za/duhan.html

I do quite like being referred to as a chess researcher, and just perhaps, I really ought to pull my website back into shape and start doing some more research later in the year. And why’s that you ask? Put simply -it’s been a really tough year. So tough at times my behaviour underwent deviations I was unconversant with and of grave concern to those closest to me. But rest assured I don’t die. Let’s rewind to two cycling accidents in 2016/2017

Injury TypeQuantity
Major accidents2
Fractures in skull2
Broken bones1
Parts of bone lost1
Parts of brain dead1
Blood clots in brain1
Drill holes in skull5
Areas of damage to the nervous system1
Collapsed veins2
Stitches98
Seizures19
External injuries70
Resulting Psychological Conditions2
Areas of skin lost3
That adds up to 208!

I should have died many times over across several decades long before that but I do indeed have balls of steel. I have super-stamina also. There is tremendous bounce-backability in play too for life isn’t really about what knocks you down but much more about how you pick yourself back up. And so what is my point? Well, it really has been a tough year, and so to cheer myself up I have undertaken efforts to focus on my positive points more and bring them into play. Positive points bring optimism. I need optimism after the year I’ve had. The year needs a strong finale and so a return to something I enjoy and am good at will improve the site no end.

I shall get onto this once the summer is over ( I have to relocate twice during it)…

Me on da train ta Bedford Chess Club, jus’ weekz afta me 1st maja accident. Nov 2016 :-/

Mark. J. McCready 0407 am Monday 19th June 2023

An empty, dark, quiet room where I feel very alone, Luton.

Boredom is a bitch. It’s a bastard too.

Of all the things I have done over the years, of all the avenues I go down if bored, of all the things.

In recent years I play chess online if I get bored. I did today.

I have put a stop to that but today was a tough day.

Inclement weather. Nothing to do. Deranged friends haranguing me.

Bloody tour of Luton in the rain.

In evening of chess which I didn’t really enjoy.

England is home…well sort of.

England can be tough.

It’s boring.

And boredom is a bitch.

No more online chess. Online chess no more.

MJM 😦

Oh so very me, oh so flawed, oh so relentless, oh so victorious.

https://lichess.org/BkoP4flQkdkS

MJM

@LCC

Nothing to say.

MJM

The Unpunished

With no competitive chess in play, it could be argued that I am going unpunished for allowing bad habits to seep into my game. But what is this! ‘No competitive chess’? Do tell us Mark, must it always be this way? No. Depending on work constraints, I may enter a tournament in August. Thanet – a Kentish peninsula – to be precise: https://www.eastkentchess.org.uk/congress .

5 games over 3 days with the chance to spend time with a close friend in his country mansion sounds good enough but what needs to be done then? What needs to be done? As things stand, on line chess has been banished but it will have to be reintroduced with a longer time frame (minimum 30 mins) because due to sloppiness I have stopped assessing my opponents moves in terms of threats and reasons for being played. This must be corrected: and corrected poste haste. If only to get back in shape and to ready myself.

The Damned

Online ratings have dropped and packed off into oblivion. There’s a new rose in town and it is OTB@daklubb.

The Obsessive

How do we reverse bad habits and undo what we have done? Not easy is it? To look forwards and not backwards helps but does it help enough? But that repeated action which whirs on and on and on, is really nothing more than a vestige of the past or is it?

Mark. J. McCready, 2.51pm Sunday, June 11th

Alone in Luton

The Blackout

No chess apps kept on tablet. No more on line chess. No viewing tournaments on line. No chess outside my home club. No thinking about chess. No other contact with the beautiful game.

MJM

Luton chess club is to field a team in the Bedfordshire league for the coming season. Presently, it is being formulated and who is willing to commit being established. Most likely it will enter the second division as its strongest players cannot sign up.

It’s good news and hopefully the club will continue to go from strength to strength.

MJM

Due to the sudden onset or mental and physical deterioration, followed by a worsening of the aforementioned two, left floundering I picked myself up and plonked myself on a plane. Up into the sky I went, leaving Asia behind in favour of Europe. Homeward bound I was and it had to be that way. Earlier than planned yes. Nonetheless, the right thing to do it most definitely was.

Bangkok to Luton but which one is really home? Really, which one? Not so long ago that was Bangkok and I felt it in my blood. Okay, so I return to the club I grew up in but recognize the new location I don’t. Feel an affinity for it’s emptiness I can’t. Recognize one person only was all I could do. And that’s home? Is it really? It most certainly didn’t feel like it. Factor in I felt like an outsider, was I really home? But, then, what is home? Where, exactly, was that sense of homeliness I tapped into in Bangkok?

2 wheels NOT 4!

Here’s a video of my arrival.

Apologies for the sound of the wind!

Do you want to see what it looks inside? There isn’t much to see except lots of unused space.

An hour was quite enough, my excuse to leave being I had no lights on my bike, which in fact was true.

Not really my cup of tea.

What was I expecting then? When I thought about what my town is about, I thought my opponents would look like this:

About the chess. Damned if you play, damned if you don’t.

With rest and recuperation comes invigoration. I played twice and won twice with fifteen minutes on the clock. I blundered once but my opponent was weak. As one photo shows, patriotism prevailed and I opened with the English when I had the white pieces. It was pleasant to play but a longer break was needed.

Note to self: wait for the blackout.

Mark. J. McCready, 1044pm. Tuesday May 30th

Luton, England.