Then there's the remote control Light Cycle that goes up walls! Also, take note of the Tron keyboard in the foreground. See the video below. Original post from i09 website and video from Wired:
From the same website comes a video of the Wii game of Tron: Legacy. Its just what I thought the ZX Spectrum game looked like in my 12 year old mind before the biggest let down of seeing lines being drawn:
For those wanting toys there's a video of the action figures with glowing light strips. Oooh, suits you sir!
Finally, here's that keyboard you saw earlier plus all images of the forthcoming Tron products. Very tasty! Gaming Bits website provided the original source:
Just thought I'd say thanks to those who sponsored me on the BHF London to Brighton bike ride. I raised a whopping £315 plus £71.92 in gift aid which is amazing. Below is the list of kind people that made the difference:
Kerry Coleman
David Coleman (Dad)
Kev & Karol Phillips (Bro & Sis-in-law)
Donna Saunders (sis-in-law)
Jean Brinded (aunt)
Mark Allison
Julian Wood (thanks for helping me train)
Neal Lewis (another L2B biker - thanks for the training and confidence boost)
Our cocktail party on Friday went quite well despite the weather and rubbish England performance. Didn't actually get to see much of the football with the bbq, firepit and cocktails to prepare. Then the rain started. The tarp across the pergola was a blessing and it didn't spoil the evening. Really appreciated that everyone understood the 3am curfew so I could get some decent sleep before Sunday. Plus no breakages!
Saturday evening was a sobering early night at 9pm with a sleeping pill. Beforehand I was searching for safety pins and packing bubblewrap with sellotape as I'd heard the courier transport would damage the bikes.
In preparation for the British Heart Foundation London to Brighton Bike Ride, Kerry had bought £15 of health and energy food including 2 huge chocolate bars at nearly £3 each. I'd use these later like the special dynamite for the steam train in Back to the Future Part 3 (though didn't achieve the 88mph for time-travel).
The 5am start wasn't as bad as I thought thanks to the Nytol but it was chilly wearing shorts. Slightly concerned that my back tyre was a bit down though I have 2 spare tubes in case. Only some late night clubbers and street cleaners were the only life around until I got into town with a mile of traffic cones.
Madeira Drive had a queue of cyclists waiting for the transportation. I had the feeling that people thought I was either bonkers or genius as I started wrapping my bike with bubblewrap though a BHF official was handing out pieces. Bringing Sellotape was best idea yet.
On the coach I could only manage to listen to some mellow French house on my Walkman. I left the banging prog house for the main event. First text of the day from my dad wishing me luck so Happy Fathers Day Mr Coleman!
Arrived in Clapham about 8:15am with the container lorry with our bikes right behind us so no hassles finding my bike. The bubble wrap and sellotape did it's job protecting my Giant XTC1 and so on to the start position. There wasn't that much to do really. Although the essential toilets were there I was expecting more like a coffee stand and certainly more food stalls. You could enter on the day though with BHF. To entertain the crowds there were four guys dressed as grannies riding converted Segways decorated as those pull-along fabric shopping carts.
Starting
With card stamped and my camera mounted to the handlebars for onboard video, I was ready for the startline for the 9:30am slot and managed to push into the front. The 9am was running late so we actually left about 10 to 20 minutes later (my YouTube video of the start). Still getting out in front was great and soon I was catching up with the previous group and weaving my way through the traffic. Ok, so it's supposed to be a gentle ride but my competitiveness and the buzz of passing was so good.
The first 10 or so miles were plain sailing getting some good speed with the odd traffic light stop. Officials were keen to get cyclists to stick to the left but like me others wanted to pass cars and get in front getting a few dirty looks from drivers. 12 miles in and we hit the first bottle-neck as the route takes a narrow lane into a hill. Its backed up with thousands of cyclists so there's absolutely no choice but to walk. Time to refuel and the peanut butter energy was delicious. Rumours said that there had been an accident so guessed it had been just ahead. Four miles later and another hold-up on another small uphill lane. I'm starting to get cheeky and cut down the sides whilst others walk patiently along. At the front there's no sign of an accident (well actually was a sign saying 'Accident Black Spot') but only marshals and police stopping progress. Within the 20 minutes of waiting I take a crafty toilet break and by this time it seems the rest of the cyclists have caught up and waiting behind us.
We're on the move again and I pass a couple of official stops until my stomach reminds me its way passed lunch so stop for a banana. Chat to a few people who like me are unsure where we are. At this point I realise my armpits stink. By now the scenery is really improving with some very pretty villages.
28 miles in (according to my bike clock though I suspect its wrong) we approach the most testing hill yet of Turners Hill and there's a lot of people walking causing general traffic messiness and personal frustration. The road narrows and we enter a strange village fete atmosphere of god botherers handing out free water and the joy of Jesus whilst the village green hosts the local brass band next to an oragnic food festival. I'm guessing Turners Hill doesn't get that many 'outsiders'.
Over halfway!
A few miles later I decide to have my last stop and refuel at another pretty village which I think was Lindfield. After the idylic bridge and duck pond I stopped at the village green where some clowns were entertaining the cyclists. They weren't your normal child's party or scary style clowns but more your amateur dramatic, part-time ones who were probably very polite and were village solicitors or accountants. Whilst sitting down I met a guy who was a little full of himself but rightly so. Last year he was 27 stone and now was 15 stone! This was his first big challenge of three with a 10k run later this year and a marathon next year. Good luck mate.
Towards Ditchling Beacon
After Haywards Heath there's another hold-up and a long wait. A Lancaster bomber with Spitfires break the boredom flying overhead and we're off again for only 500 metres before we stop. Another accident or most probably the same one but some marshalling confusion after Foxhill. Some riders get really cheeky and ignore the safety guy. A minute after calling out at them to come back we're off again. Somewhere before Ditcthling and the legendary Beacon, some duffle coated granny freaks me out motioning a hug towards all cyclists and mouthing we love you, thank you. As expected, more traffic and hold-ups and we're at walking speed. Luckily the road is totally closed with two lanes for pushers and peddlers (not the drug kind by the way). Somehow I've got enough energy after nearly 50 miles to do it and peddle the whole lot. It was very conjested having to weave my way through, pick gaps to squeeze through and test my patience waiting for the right moment. Quite proud of myself that I was passing some racers pumping away as I remained seated. At the top nearly everyone just wanted to stop and get in my way!
Brighton in the distance
Last stretch and no point waiting - I was pumped with adrenalin and raring to get home with it being downhill all the way to the seafront. I noticed Coldean Lane's 40mph speed camera was taped up to ignore the high speeds. Entering Brighton and passing my house was a good feeling and the thought of seeing the crowds and Kerry and co. was just pushing me to go faster. A couple of traffic lights on Lewes Road with one typical Brighton guy swigging his beer singing 'We are the champions' with the Queen soundtrack hanging out his above-shop flat window cheered up the crowd.
At the roundabout for the last corner opposite the pier I give Kerry a call to find out where she is. After the marshals let us go I peel off to the left towards the Sealife Centre side and get hugs and kisses from Kerry, Karol and Kev which made my day. The finish line was just metres away but I was still revved up with adrenalin and overtook a few more bikes. Received my medal then met up with the others for celebratory meal at Kemp Town's Tin Drum restaurant. Great day!
Throughout May's Festival and Fringe, we heard so many good things about this but for something to be based on a Russian playwright's characters and play it didn't exactly inspire me to buy tickets. Before this event, the thought of seeing a Chekhov play sounded like it would be a bleak, complicated and boring affair.
The old, abandoned Co-op department store (slightly Scooby Doo style) on London Road, Brighton had been converted into a multi-floor experience. The entrance was at the back at the delivery depot and we were grouped into fours. Our first interactive experience was a creepy door opening and a sleepy-headed Russian beckoning us in to his room lit only by candlelight. He kept babbling in Russian and led us through the dark, It was confusing but exciting at the same time. Then...another event which I'm not going to give away but just introduced you to the bizarre world created in a basement of an shop.
Described as a promenade theatre experience we walked along a route throughout the store which allowed some discovery of new rooms. Bleakness and silence with snow covered floors, some props giving clues of characters, gaps in the wall to see strange visuals, small dioramas then a sort of shopping experience (again, don't want to give away the secret). If you've played games like Silent Hill you'll get a similar feeling of suspense and exploration.
No wonder they've extended it twice until the 4th July.
Thought I'd missed my opportunity with this but today I got a second chance to do the London to BrightonBritish Heart Foundation Bike Ride on Sunday 20th June. Now, I really need to get a decent, comfortable saddle as last night's Downs ride, I'm feeling raw.
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