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Comment on Americanisms

jennismo — Wed, 16 Nov 2011 22:51:54 +0000

I was interested to see the BBC News magazine article on 50 of the most noted examples of Americanisms in common usage. It is a select list featuring the kind of phrases that grate on English language traditionalists…. until the point we actually use them too. You don’t? You mean you have never said 24/7, ordered a regular americano ‘to go’, asked where’s it at, can I get a, I’m good? If you’ve read those and thought, Mmm where’s the catch, then, you’ve probably gotten caught ‘already.’ These are some of the examples on the list and quite frankly, if you are a purist, you read down and find yourself gasping, nodding in agreement, tutting just a little bit and feeling slightly pleased that there are at least a few people around the country who feel the same way you do! Infact, unpurse your lips, deraise your eyebrows and relax for one moment and let’s try and unravel this just a little bit.

When I was studying languages, it always used to fascinate me that the French had what was called l’Academie francaise, an organisation that existed to weed out invading foreign words, particularly English and American words like le week-end, le hamburgeur, le pullover. It was an official way to try and keep the language pure. Some would say this is perhaps a good idea. But what they were up against as you can see in this example, is that, ‘La fin de semaine’ uses four words to descibe what ‘le week-end’ does in two and so it turned out to be pretty impractical and therefore unenforcable. To me it is powerful stuff when a nation such as France starts using words that are ‘ours’ but then you have to remember how many languages go to make up the richness that is the English language too. I’ll give you an example for every language that follows – Italian (piano, batallion), German (Zeitgeist), French (table, boulevard), Greek (acrobat) Latin (status quo, et cetera) – obviously there are many more contributing countries and factors. Wars, shifts in population and trade have meant that this is an ever evolving situation. But somehow an influx of words is easier to swallow when the word is foreign and we don’t actually understand it at first. However, when it sounds very similar to what we already say and yet doesn’t, I think that is where we get upset. American phrases tend to fall in to this category. In fact, oftentimes they do.

Traditionally there has been a fair amount of snobbery in using foreign words to descibe things in every language (think about the language of cookery – does that annoy you too? It does me and I love French!) Most of it is of course French and people like to use it to add an air of ‘mystique’ to their conversation. We use a huge amount of French words and phrases everyday – rendez-vous, reunion, joie de vivre, and they are accepted. Were they accepted when they first became popular, when they first crept in? Were they regarded as highbrow? The word ‘jus’ is of course French and is used in cookery to describe the juice or gravy on a dish. Necessary? Probably not, but does it add an air of mystique to the uninitiated? Yes it does, and so therefore it ticks the box of snobbery and an elite few until the point it becomes mainstream.

We must remember, however, that additional words do enrich and embellish our language, as they allow us to describe nuances that a lack of words would impede us to do. Maybe a ‘rendez-vous’ has a slightly different meaning to the word ‘meeting’ for example. Fashion, music, your circle of friends, your age, your workplace environment, travel, your background, and your willingness and unwillingness to move with the times, will all contribute to, if not dictate which words and phrases you incorporate in your speech. I don’t know if this organisation still exists in France but I would rather guess it doesn’t. An image of someone trying to stand infront of a tidal wave with one hand in the air saying ‘go back’ comes to mind! In the end how can you legislate against what people do and do not say on a national basis?

A point to note here is that English is considered to be one of the richest languages in the world and to put this in context it has at least double the amount of words used in the French language. Some of you may recall that in French there is no word for the number 70. You must say sixty-ten and 80 is four twenties, which used to confuse me no end when I had to think what 99 was. The lack of words can lead to an inflexibility in language and when you think about it, much of our English humour is based around the ability in our language to ‘play on words’ as we have so many ways of saying things. These things make English a hugely power and influential language.

So, the reason we perhaps feel slightly repelled by our Atlantic cousins’ barbarisms is that we have this overriding belief that we somehow ‘invented’ the language and therefore have rights on how it should or shouldn’t develop. Do you think we could ever legislate against the use of certain americanisms in this country? Hardly. The only thing that can be done is to highlight them so that people are aware of the differences. In the end it is down to personal choice and fashion. Words go in and out of fashion – this has always been the case. For example how many people would say ‘stone the crows’ now? It’s a question of how you want to come across. Do you want to sound fashionable, emulate your peers, appear widely travelled, more extrovert, then perhaps you will use more americanisms than others. I make the point that the word schedule is often pronounced in the american style with a hard sk sound (eg) skedule and most people don’t bat an eyelid or realise the difference. It is the ‘not knowing the difference’ that is the thing that perhaps we should address. The rest is down to personal choice.

A friend’s personal favourite is the perceived misuse of the word transportation as opposed to transport. In this example there really is no gain in extending the word with an additional 5 letters and two extra syllables, normally they are shortened for ease and through lethargy, so you cannot help but wonder how this has come about.

A personal ‘favourite’ of mine (iron.) is when people say I’m good, rather than I’m well. Any teenagers reading this will no doubt have already fallen in to this trap and let’s be honest won’t care too much, but what you are actually saying is I AM WELL BEHAVED! In fact, it has got to such widespread proportions that it is unusual to hear anyone say I’m well at all! So, not only is it sloppy, but it is also grammatically incorrect. This is where I draw the line. I could probably just about forgive or even use phrases like ‘it is what it is’ as actually I think that is quite a reasonable thing to say.

Personally, I like originality, in the use of langauge, so speaking in a new way, is interesting to me. I do not go for the idea that change for changes sake is necessary. No, such a word as normalcy is plainly annoying and so too is specialty and aluminum (even the spelling changes)

But you can ‘bet your bottom dollar’ that somewhere in America they’re using our phrases too. But the day you hear your relatives saying things like ‘you do the math’ and Zee instead of Zed and ‘deplane’ that’s when you really have to put your foot down for the purity of the English language. Period.

Meet me half-way?

jennismo — Sun, 20 Feb 2011 18:26:21 +0000

Three hours in the open air today… running. Well two and a half to be precise after a 20min stop at a pub for a camomile tea where I met a little puddy cat ! My target was just to reach this pub with the idea of being picked up from here if I needed it….. However, without a phone signal in the area to make the call, plus feeling pretty good and feeling like I hadn’t run far enough, I decided to do the return leg too. Why not?

The route was not over footpaths, or in woods, or soft ground but road running. Often considered the most boring run of all… but today I didn’t find it so.

I had all my bright gear on, plus water and gels if I needed it. It surprised me that apart from the camomile tea, I needed only one sip of water plus one gel throughout. I suppose it was probably down to the intensity which was pretty moderate.

The thought of running for that length of time used to be complete anathema to me. Now I start to feel stronger the longer I am out. At first, we’re talking some 6 years ago, it used to be walk after quarter of a mile and run for another wee bit. Although, it’s only in the last two week-ends that I have ventured further than 5k since before Christmas! Alot of this has been down to the setback in Oct/Nov/Dec with both ankles, so I’m pleased that that little episode is behind me now.

It was nice being on my own too… I could go at my own pace, think about my own thoughts, not have to keep playing catch-up and generally admire the world as it went by me. I had all sorts going round in my head… songs… conversations… decisions I’ve got to make.. people I’ve got to see… and what did I see today? A rugby match, a number of horses, a few cyclists, only a couple of runners, a tractor, and a kestrel. Apart from that, hedgerows, fields and general country living….

I was thinking to myself would I prefer to be doing anything else right now? I did already have the bar lady say to me, “you’re mad” when I was about to set off for part two. It’s hard to explain how good running can be to people who haven’t yet experienced the wonders of getting somewhere under your own steam. Plus words like, ‘you’re mad’ are pretty average reactions by anyone who hasn’t yet experienced breaking through the elusive hate/love boundary of running – the point at which you go from completely detesting it and unable to think of anything worse, to just loving it.

When I wasn’t running just before Christmas I was actually fearful I would fall out of love with running especially when my sister-in-law kept asking me in January if I would go on a run round the village when I really just couldn’t face it. Then… gradually… something clicked and I know I’m back in the zone… and it feels really good. I’ve just got to work on speed now.

For anyone reading this who could never imagine themselves running more than 100m, remember I was that person, and they are imaginary barriers we are placing on ourselves every time we say we can’t do something. And like anything, if you want it enough… it’s all possible …

Choices?

jennismo — Thu, 17 Feb 2011 18:04:10 +0000

I suppose if we think about it, the lyrics from ‘A Different Corner’ could ring true in a metaphorical sense on lots of levels …work, sport, relationships. ‘Turn a different corner and we never would have met.’ There are so many twists of fate that bring us to where we are today, that I often think about those lines. They are tantalising when you think about it. Have you ever been talking to someone and then found out that before you knew them you were literally schooling, living, working, enjoying life a short distance away, but never met? Or shared similar friends but never met? It begs the question… Are we the masters of our own destiny? Are we meant to meet these people somewhere along the line… but it just takes time… Are we meant to eventually run that marathon or get that job? Or is destiny thrust upon us? Do we really choose to be where we are, even though we appear to make choices? Did we just make a number of little decisions that added up to our eventual current place in time? If we could choose from the start, would we go for an unfettered simple route but less pleasing or would we opt for a rocky road with twists and turns that lead us eventually to where we want to be? Then there’s the destination – when do we know when we are there? Are we ever there?

The people we see in everyday life have alot of influence on us and yes we do too on them. Whether we know it at the time or not, these relationships continue to form who we are and either help inspire us to achieve or not to achieve. You hope that you will be lucky enough to be around the good influences. Or that you make a lasting positive impression on those around you. If we’re lucky enough, we can meet friends for life. Some are fleeting, some are more earnest. Some you never know where they’re pitched…

A poem I really like is the one below… Do you know it? See what you think if not …

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Music maketh me!

jennismo — Sat, 11 Sep 2010 20:29:02 +0000

I have to say I love music. It can do so much for the soul if you find the right piece at the right time. Something to take you back and remind you of a moment in your life. I had one such moment this afternoon as I was tidying up and clearing out some paperwork. I found music from South Pacific. The song 'Younger than Springtime' is sung in the film / play by a man, but somehow I just love the notes to sing - there is something about the sharps and flats that really hit the spot! As soon as I saw it I couldn't help but sing it. So much so that I looked it up on You tube and have played it several times through. I remember being part of South Pacific with the fabulous am dram group Nowmads and this particular song was sung by a stunning tenor voice that sent shivers down my spine at the time.


Well, maybe I don't do it justice, but even for the sake of amusement, here is my effort! I realise the top notes are a little rough round the edges, but there is something that I think is there to lift us all.

It's given me renewed impetus to start singing again .....
Listen!



Feel the fear … and do it anyway…
jennismo — Sat, 28 Aug 2010 14:04:09 +0000
I’ve had a few weeks now to absorb and contemplate what I was a part of on 8 August.  Nothing brought it home to me more than seeing highlights of the Nottingham Outlaw event televised on Sky 4 last night.  We went round to friends as we don’t have Sky and had an enjoyable evening savouring the fantastic hour-long account Sky had produced.  It really made my hairs stand on end, simply to see what a magnificent city we live in and just how much work had gone in to staging the event and the various stories people had, just to get on the starting line.  It was made all the more enjoyable to see my husband on a couple of occasions and on one particular occasion featured in ‘slow mo’ like the start of ‘Baywatch’.
Nottinghamshire looked truly glorious and maybe we don’t always see or appreciate what we have on our doorstep.  When the camera shots got deep into the swim start, you could really get the feel for what it was like to set off in the group swim.  It took me back to how much fear I’d been experiencing in the lead up and that in the end I just had to find ways to mitigate my fear and just do it anyway. I remember distinctly hanging back until I felt comfortable enough to set off and as soon as I did that I knew I was a part of a great moment.  Despite the fear, yes I did it anyway and as long as it’s not out and out danger you are putting yourself in or under, this fear is fortifying!  I knew that at any moment there was a canoe or speed boat that could fish me out, but in the end I was all the time wanting them to go away as I didn’t want them to single me out or get a feeling I would need their help!  I was a psychologist’s dream subject – not only on the day but in the lead up!  Sometimes we and probably especially me, can analyse things so deeply that you can end up rooted to the spot!  Commonly known these days as “Analysis, Paralysis.” – As I know I am susceptible to that, I have to fight harder to not let myself get pulled into my inner battles.  When I was younger I had less fear, but I suppose as you grow up you tend to put yourself in less fearful situations – not so many fairground rides, not so many times climbing trees or jumping off shed roofs, or jumping on haystacks or down the stairs … yes I did do these things and they were adrenaline fuelled fabulous memories of my childhood.  Getting that back if it lapses in adulthood can be one major ask!  I’m pleased to be getting back on track!
I will reveal now that 3 weeks before the event, I was experiencing panic in everyday situations.  Mainly a sense of claustrophobia amongst large crowds and when we had the hottest days of the year – oh yes we did!!   – I felt breathless and in need of quiet solace.  I consulted my Doctor who checked me out for blood pressure and lung capacity and the like and all was fine and then he put this into complete perspective for me…  He said the worst thing that could happen is that you will faint!  When he said this to me I realised I have never fainted and so therefore this gave me confidence and suddenly the symptoms went away.  I did have symptoms, but in my head I think I had got them out of proportion and I was panicking.  I really think that advice calmed me down and helped me loads.
My friend’s club motto in his health club is – “anyone can do anything, but most people won’t.”  I am now looking forward to setting my next big challenge.  The thing is about challenges is that they snowball.  Once you’ve done one you want the ‘feel good factor’ for another.  Dave is already wanting to do the Outlaw again next year and funny thing is althought I said it was a one-off – there is some calling inside to say ‘do it again’ Jenni.  I am not confirming or denying anything at this stage, but I will definitely be a part of it whether competing or helping out on the day.  
Feel the fear … and do it anyway….

         


You never know how far you can go, until you decide to do it!
jennismo — Mon, 09 Aug 2010 21:10:34 +0000
It’s the day after this huge event that’s been in my mind for the last nine months.  The Nottingham Outlaw. Swim 2.4 miles, bike 112miles and run 26.2 miles.   And I’ve woken up this morning and realised I’ve actually achieved it.  It is almost as if someone else has done it – I can’t quite get my head round it.  However I have the physical reminders that it was me out there with the elements.  
My major worry all along was the swim.  It wasn’t the best start but I always knew that was going to happen – I hit a huge bank of weed and it was really energy sapping in those early adrenalin fuelled stages.  Once I found a bit of clear water I gradually got into a rythm and just tried to focus on anything but the fear that was ready to rear its ugly head (if I let it) – You’ll laugh but the song that I had going through my mind was the theme tune to the children’s programme ‘Rainbow’ that Dave and I had been watching the night before as we couldn’t find any other comedy – “up above the streets and houses” – was what I kept singing to myself as I swum and it had the effect of completely relaxing me.  I did pray a little too and I think it all helped.  Once I’d finally reached the turnaround point (and crossed the water – my other previous fear) – I knew I was on the home stretch and so I eventually relaxed a bit more and I kept saying to myself where’s that scoreboard, it’s not in sight yet, where is it!  However eventually and this really is the key word for the day I realised it was PATIENCE that I had to master, because eventually it all came into sight – the scoreboard, then the 500m sign and soon I knew the Speedo gantry wouldn’t be much further.  I was ecstatic with the thought that I’d soon be finishing and that I’d been able to master that blooming lake that had been the master of me for so long – it was a fantastic feeling and I punched the air as I emerged.  If the race had ended here I would have looked back with happiness to have achieved this because it has been my nemisis for all this time – and also my first ever competitive open water swim.
So into transition and a complete change of clothes because I wanted to be comfortable for that distance – however it was tricky getting the clothing on after being wet – although I had a towel.  Out on my bike – one lap round the lake before heading off towards Southwell and 3 loops there.  The third loop was the most mentally sapping.  But I kept saing that – well this is now the last time you’ll see that particular hill or that particular landmark and that helped.  The riders had thinned out too on that last lap so being able to see at least one or two others helped.  The loneliness can be hard if it finds you when you’re feeling weak.  At other times it can be fine.  It depends where you are mentally at the time.  The only small problem I had on the bike is that on the second lap I couldn’t get my chain into the big ring and part way through I thought I had a puncture and then another point I thought I’d lost my race belt – but it was all fine.  I did lose two bottles out of my back holders on a ramp just coming into H Pierrepont which was pretty ironic as you’re not expecting something to happen so close to home.  The support on the bike was great – the supporters, my mum and Dad and bother and sister-in-law had set up camp at the side of the road and I went by them every 2 hours or whatever it was – 3 times, I also saw Jez and Pat marshalling at one of the round abouts and there was this chap dressed as a mexican with cowbells who was a great sight to see as he was at the top of a really horrible long hill.
So, two disciplines down in 9 hours and just the run to go.  I’d run one marathon before in 5hrs 35 and so was thinking I could probably finish the Outlaw in 15 hours.  However nothing was to prepare me for the gastric problems I encountered on the run.  I had to dart in and out of toilets and must have spent an hour messing around trying to sort it out.  Unfortunately the medics didn’t have any imodium and it was a really tough thing to hear as I still had another lap to go – about 7 miles and I was in pain and also had little control!  It was a real low point as a previous medical point had told me that this paricular point would have some.  Then just as I turned the corner near the boat house I could see my bother running towards me – I’ve got some imodium – I couldn’t believe it!  It was like a huge gift there infront of me.  I couldn’t wait to get to the scoreboard point where there was some water and get it down.  Then another ‘gift’ happened.  I’d just taken on the water and was walking a bit towards the embankment and hoping the tablet would quickly kick in and a runner came up to me and said – shall we do this last lap together?  It was like something sent from heaven.  It was starting to get dark and I knew it would be lonely out there. Well this was probably one of my favourite points in the race – because we were able to run some way and walk some way and were limping along like this and chatting.  This man was called Roger and had done two previous ironmans but had failed to complete the last one prior to this and was wanting to lay some of his demons to rest – he thought it was to do with getting older.  So we were actually walking really well – striding out and because the running had brought on my cramps I was happy what we were doing and we were both keeping an eye on time and saying – well even if we did this bit in such and such a time we’d still get back – it was a really nice moment – I say moment – it was two hours we were together and it was just fantastic.  When we finally appeared back on to the main lake it was dark and the flood lights were on and near the top of the lake, two 4life junior members, Ellen & Sophie cycled over and it was great to see them too – I could also hear cheers from across the water from 4Life who had been fantastic all day.  That support is vital I can’t tell you how much. You look forward to the fact that just around the corner there is this or that person and it really does help get you through.
So we were running and walking around the main lake, so knew it was only a couple of miles to go.  My run had been dominated by gastric issues and yes if I hadn’t have had them I may have come in an hour sooner – however, it taught me alot too.  That you can get through some real low points, that if you brave some of these things there is always a turning point somewhere along the line even if you think it will never come, that patience is a massive virtue and is vital for an event such as this to believe and then know that eventually it will all come together.  The support of that fellow runner who had his own painful issues to deal with and the diverting of attention from our pain to other stuff really helped and made the time pass too.  That there were so many people there yesterday I could never really feel alone and looking back I was a long time out there but it didn’t seem so long as that in reality.
I want to thank everyone who supported me in raising funds for research into pancreatic cancer, and everyone who was there on the day.  I hope to repay my support to you on your next races.
Cheers

And if I can do this, seriously anyone can!  You just have to decide to DO it!

         


The Day Before
jennismo — Sat, 07 Aug 2010 06:24:33 +0000
It’s ten past seven in the morning on the day before my race and I’ve just had my porridge with blueberries and raspberries.  Dave has just handed me an itinerary for tomorrow’s get up.  It goes like this…

3am – wake

3.15 – wash

3.30 – breakfast

3.45 – tri suit / clothes

4.00 – put stuff in car

4.15 – leave house

4.30 – Arrive – walk to T1

4.45 – Bike check / drinks

5.00 – Food

5.15 – Put on wetsuit/ goggles/ hat etc.

5.30 – enter water

5.45 – warm up

6.00 – race
Today, I’ve got to double-check my ‘swim-bike’ bag and my ‘bike-run’ bag and my ‘dry bag’ to see if I’m happy with the contents before handing over.  We are going to the first race briefing at 11am this morning and then taking part in the ‘Outlaw prayer’ at 2pm.  There are swim races on today too 500m, 750m and 1000m I believe.  You can enter on the day.  I’ve avoided this!  Dave has too.  I need to walk through the swim exits, bike exits, run exits to familiarise later.  I found my ‘peg’ yesterday when we registered so I know where my gear is going to be when I come out of the swim.
I had a nice relaxing bath last night,  I have had a lot of tension in my legs all week and it’s almost as if I can feel every little twinge -achilles, right knee yesterday am putting this down to nerves.  My arms feel heavy too.  Oh well not long to go now!
Hey, with online donations, pledges and cash, I’ve now been able to raise over £700 for our charity of the year – research into pancreatic cancer.  This was helped alot this week by my friend Dan badgering people at work.  It’s great news and I will try to do it all justice.
If I don’t get another chance to add another blog today, I’ll let you all know how it goes.

Cheers

Jenni x

         


Being stinky is no excuse!
jennismo — Fri, 30 Jul 2010 20:06:07 +0000
It’s a deceptive thing, swimming open water.  When you stand on the side and have a ‘bird’s eye’ view of the whole area, perspective is quite straight forward.  As soon as you get in and find you are at ‘crocodile’ height – things start to change.  Everywhere looks much further and less distinct. You have to try and spot/sight non moving objects. The water seems on top of you in a sense.  When I arrived tonight at Holme Pierrepont National Water sport centre, I sat in the tiered seats at first and looked over to the scoreboard – I looked right up the length of the main lake and looked back down again – just over a week to go I thought – it did seem quite far – further because the weather was also bleak – no sun – breezy.
I was there about 10 mins early and because I wanted to practise having my two piece tri-suit underneath my wet suit I had to reluctantly root out my top from the washing machine which had yet to be washed.  It had also infused with far stinkier stuff and in my mind I said I’ve got to wear it tonight depsite the stench!  I know it’s pretty gross, but you get all sorts of silly ‘habits’ you have to do – and anyway I thought by the time I’m in my wet suit in the water, no one will notice!  I’d forgotten about the minor detail of circulating with people before I got in – I did spray a load of deodrant over it but I could smell it in the car and as I was putting my wet suit on – so heaven knows what the person taking my money thought!  It was one of those situations I considered explaining and then I thought – this is going to take too long – I’ll just accept I stink for the day!
As predicted, there was no noticeable smell after a while – the water in H Pierrepont took care of that.  It was very cold tonight.  It took me a long time to warm up – more than 20 mins – infact I never felt adequately warm the whole session.  So was short of breath quite frequently.  However, it was useful to get in there and be amongst other swimmers practising starts and swimming amongst each other and behind and to the side.  We went through a few relaxation techniques too as it was important I had a good session today.
I am intending to have my last OW session tomorrow morning at Bosworth Water, where the lure of bacon and egg sandwiches and a warming cup of coffee awaits me afterwards.  Let’s hope the weather improves over night – it is currently raining and cold and just a little bit miserable.  Anyway looking forward to tomorrow now I’ve got tonight under my belt.
Cheers for now and thanks so much to everyone who’s already sponsored me and especially those at work who I’ve been badgering – it’s really appreciated.
Quote of the night was from a new chap who said, what’s this slimey stuff I’m standing on – is it bird ****?  It just cracked me up and lightened some of the tension of being out in the cold! ha ha
Byeeee  Jenni xxx

         


More reasons to help
jennismo — Wed, 28 Jul 2010 18:06:41 +0000
Although the number of cases is not as high as some other diseases, pancreatic cancer is now the fifth most common cause of cancer death in the UK as it is such a destructive disease  – Do you know someone affected by it?  The most prominent star who was affected by the disease was the actor Patrick Swayze -of Dirty Dancing fame.
I’ve known of two people since then who have died from the disease – my friend’s father and my local vicar.  Both died way too young. (only 13% of those diagnosed will survive more than a year)  – Let’s try and do what we can to support this research, however small.
Click to support me on the Nottingham Outlaw Triathlon

http://www.liv.ac.uk/surgery/research/The_Pancreas_Group/Cooper_Parry.htm 
The Nottingham Outlaw triathlon
My challenge:

•	2.4 mile swim

•	112 mile bike

•	26.2 mile run

8th August 2010

6am – 11pm

National Water Sports Centre,

Holme Pierrepont, Nottingham

         


Training 27 July 2010
jennismo — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 20:49:44 +0000
Jenni talks – Listen!