Chessboxing!

Chessboxing at Boxing London

by: Meg
It’s noon on a Saturday and all I can think about is hitting someone. I’m ready to go three brutal minutes in the ring and at the end of those three minutes, I’m going to challenge them to a game of chess.

Wait… what?

Confused? Ladies and gentleman, the perfect combination of physical and mental strength and ingenuity can now be found in chessboxing…. Read the rest of my article on Spoonfed.


I was a quarter of an hour late into the Spoonfed office this morning through no fault of my own.  In fact I leave at exactly the same time every morning (7:45am) and arrive at the office, which is 8 miles away, anytime between 8:40 and 9:30, usually rolling in just before 9am.  So how on earth does 8 miles take 90 minutes?  Here are the top 10 things that delay the London commuter.

1) Cyclists
I complained about cyclists when I lived in California.  I complained about then when I lived in Maine.  But I will never again complain about cyclists after living in London.  I’m not sure what causes these masochists to loose all fear of death in the face of double decker buses, but whatever common sense gene they’re missing, it manifests itself as the tendency to bike well below the speed limit in the bus lane on busy streets and not letting the bus pass.  Thanks.

2) Slow walkers in the underground halls
Slow walkers are annoying anywhere.  But they are most annoying as the underground announcment system is saying “stand back, the doors are closing” and if those people would JUST GET OUT OF YOUR WAY you would have made it to train.  Of course, when you’re behind a slow walker, the next bus or train won’t arrive for another 10 minutes.

3) Person under a train
I realise this is callous and there’s nothing funny about people who are so desperate that they want to end their lives. But it says something about the frequency of suicides on the London underground that there is an automated announcement citing severe delays or station closures due to “a person under a train.”  Please, if you ever have such thoughts, seek help.  At the very least, don’t choose to be a person under a train during commute hours.

4) Diversions

Diversions.  Sounds like something fun, entertaining… I don’t know, diverting! Unfortunately, diversions are a fancy way of saying that buses aren’t going to go where you expect them to go and they’re going to no do so very very slowly using round-about roads you’ve never seen before for no understandable reason.

5) Tourists
Fortunately, this is becoming slightly less of a problem as the summer ends but London is a popular enough tourist location that there will always, ALWAYS be someone confused by the ticketing system, unsure of which change to use when paying bus fare, or blocking major walkways while trying to read a tube map.

6) Crazy bus drivers
The bus drivers in this city are insane.  I think it might be a job requirement.  This generally becomes most obvious when they (insanely) decide to maneuver the bus into a space where a bus most clearly CAN NOT fit.  All bystanders and passengers look on in horror while trucks, cars, sidewalks or buildings nearly scrape the sides of their chosen method of transport.  Then, everything stops entirely while all drivers involved wonder how they are going to get unstuck.

7) Narrow roads
London is such a quaint city.  Clearly evolved from more provincial roots, you have pubs that are hundreds of years old, ancient traditions, the ruins of the original roman city and ROADS THAT ARE THE WIDTH OF TWO HORSES.  While this was great when all you needed on the road were two horses, when you have two double decker buses, a parked delivery truck, and a black cab and four bikers who thought they could fit in as well, things tend to slow down.

8 ) Broken underground barriers
For how much we pay for our Oyster cards, travel cards, and underground tickets (£4 for a one-way 2 zone trip?!) you’d think they would manage to make the things that accept our expensive travel vouchers functional.  Instead, long queues of people stand outside the single working barrier and glare at the station master who shrugs apologetically.

9) Black Cabs
Possibly even worse than cyclists, these maniac drivers don’t generally have a concept of how much space is needed for their vehicle.  Or stop lights.  Or how not to enter an intersection when they can’t get through. I don’t have the money to use the cabs but I’m pretty sure if I did, I’d be gripping the armrest, white-knuckled, the entire trip.

10) Minor delays
The biggest contributor to severe delays in my commute are ‘minor delays.’  This comically overused indicator (which can mean anything from ‘the trains are working fine’ to ‘you’ll be stuck in the tube with no prayer of getting out for the next 45minutes while we move between two stations’) gives you hope that things are only somewhat busy, and pretty close to working.  It’s time I figured out what a lie that really is.

So when I get into work, I’ve survived a harrowing, life-threatening experience that.  I overcome quite a bit on my way to the Spoonfed offices so it’s a good thing that there’s always a hot cup of tea ready to go when I arrive.


Pubs and Stumbles

Tonight I went out to dinner at a pub called the Churchill Arms. I pass by this place nearly every day on my way home from work and can’t help but notice it. If you didn’t know it was a pub you might well be mistaken into thinking that it’s some sort of botanical garden shop, or horticulturalist club. The entire building is completely decked out in baskets of hanging flowers and the effect is quite beautiful.

I had been told that inside, in addition to your standard English pub, there was also a remarkably tasty and quite reasonably priced Thai restaurant but until tonight had never gone inside to visit either. Upon walking in, I was completely overwhelmed by the Winston Churchill and other period memorabilia on the walls. It was like an Applebees extreme but not kitschy or junky. You couldn’t even see the walls for all of the hanging posters, framed pictures, postcards, and for some strange reason, the occasional ocean buoy. But all of this was no where near as odd as walking past a few bar tables and finding myself in a proper Thai restaurant, complete with the front takeaway counter with people yelling at each other in Thai and piling delicious-looking food into Chinese take-away containers.

The food itself was wonderful. Because most of my cooking at home doesn’t end up particularly spicy (unless I just pour on red pepper flakes which does happen occasionally) I always love getting some food that’s got a kick to it and the pad thai definitely did the trick. This was no Waterville’s Pad Thai Too, folks, this was the real deal and it was wonderful to have a meal outside the flat.

In other news, I use the StumbleUpon social bookmarking tool (something I’ll explain more fully later this week, as well as how I use it to market Spoonfed) with some frequency and today I added my 1000th ‘liked site’ (imagine it’s like all of your saved favourite pages on your web browser, but online). I happened to find a really adorable website for my 1000th pick and I highly recommend you check out Oh How Lovely! which is a blog/online store that finds adorable things all over the internet and puts them in one place. The site also has wonderful weekly give-aways with very nice prizes (I wish I had found it when they were giving away a cupcake print apron! I would have loved that!).

Definitely stop by Oh How Lovely! and check out the lovely things they’ve got.


Cost and Value

One of the most challenging parts of living post-college is sorting out what I need, when I need it, and how much it’s going to cost.  The static costs of housing, council tax, bills and travel card are easy.  Weekly or monthly, I know when I need them, where to get them and how much I need to have in the bank.  The trouble really comes with little things – like dishwashing soap, or toilet roll, or a warm sweater.  Things you don’t realise you really really need until you’ve run out and you don’t have any extra in the cupboard.

One way I’ve tried to solve this problem is to make a list on Sunday of everything I’ll need for the week in terms of groceries and just go shopping once during the week.  This has meant that not only do I plan out my menu ahead of time (nice when I don’t get home until 8pm on an early night and just want to eat immediately) but I also don’t spend as much on things I might or might not use.  Today, in addition to my grocery shopping, I knew I absolutely had to get some autumnal clothing as the summer things I brought with me are just not going to cut it much longer.

With a goal of getting at least two sweaters and a pair of nice, but comfortable, closed toed shoes for less than £100, and also doing my full week’s worth of shopping, I set off for High Street Kensington, about a 10 minute walk from my flat, to see what I could find.

I came back with two sweaters, a long-sleeved t-shirt, a white undershirt for the sweaters, a belt, nylons, and a pair of shoes without going over my £100 preset limit.:

Then, with my premade shopping list, I set off for Waitrose (where I got meat and fish – it’s sort of the Whole Foods of London.  Except that there is a Whole Foods but it’s not as popular) and Tescos (the Safeway of London – or possibly a step down.  Good for fruits, veggies, cheese, bread, milk, the basics).  Want to see what £35 split between posh supermarkets and Tescos looks like?

I’ll have to run out at some point this week to get some more lunchable stuff, so I didn’t quite succeed in cutting my shopping down to one trip a week, but overall, I’ve got dinners, breakfasts, most lunches and, best of all, cold weather covered.


Chessboxing

Right, well, I’m not going to give a full recap as you will all just have to read my article on Spoonfed but wow. Chessboxing was fun.

To alleviate any fears – I (somewhat disappointingly) didn’t get to hit anyone but (probably for the best) no one hit me. It was a lesson, not a competition so I got a lot of boxing training and got to rail on a punching bag. I also got chess training and won a game of chess (to be fair, my opponent didn’t entirely remember the rules so in being distracted by that she didn’t really have a chance to focus on strategy). It was ridiculously fun and I’m even considering going back but that’s all the info you get for now.

Except this morning I am too sore to function – I woke up at 6am and all I could think about was finding someone to give me a massage. Those options being limited, I took some ibuprofen and went back to sleep for four hours.

(By the way, the entire time, I couldn’t get this song out of my head. Bonus points to anyone who knows this movie:)

If you want to find out more about chessboxing as a sport, visit the official Great Britain Chessboxing homepage. Or, if you want to try out a class for yourself, visit the Spoonfed listing for London Chessboxing.