Who is Jochen Rindt?

Following on from my previous post who’s George Formby, I happened to be watching the Formula 1 motor racing at the weekend and was reminded of Jochen Rindt which leaves you dear reader with the question, who?

Motor racing has always been a very dangerous profession especially during the 1960’s and 70’s where it was all too often that we would hear that yet another driver had been killed.

I have copied the list of drivers who died in the 60’s and 70’s from Wikipedia but was rather amazed to see they had left off Jim Clark who was one of the best drivers the world has ever seen. Clark was World Champion in both 1963 and 1965 and won the Indianapolis 500 in 1965 but unfortunately died when his car left the track and crashed into a tree whilst racing at Hockenheim in Germany on 7th April 1968.

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As you can see this was in the days before any form of crash protection at the circuit, and virtually nothing from the exceedingly flimsy cars of that era, so if you went off as Clark did there was nothing to stop you hitting the trees at the edge of the circuit.

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The following is the list of drivers who died just in Formula 1 in the 60’s and 70’s.

 Harry Schell (USA) May 13, 1960 BRDC International Trophy Silverstone Circuit Cooper T51 Practice [8]
 Chris Bristow (UK) June 19, 1960 Belgian Grand Prix[note 5] Circuit de Spa-Francorchamps Cooper T51 Race [8]
 Alan Stacey (UK) Lotus 18
 Shane Summers (UK) June 1, 1961 Silver City Trophy Brands Hatch Cooper Practice [14]
 Giulio Cabianca (ITA)[note 6] June 15, 1961 Test Autodromo di Modena Cooper T51 Test [15]
 Wolfgang von Trips (GER)[note 7] September 10, 1961 Italian Grand Prix Autodromo Nazionale Monza Ferrari 156 F1 Race [17]
 Ricardo Rodríguez (MEX) November 1, 1962 Mexican Grand Prix Autódromo Hermanos Rodríguez Lotus 24 Practice [18]
 Gary Hocking (Rhodesia and Nyasaland) December 21, 1962 Natal Grand Prix Westmead Circuit Lotus 24 Practice [8]
 Carel Godin de Beaufort (NED)[note 8] August 1, 1964 German Grand Prix Nürburgring Porsche 718 Practice [8]
 John Taylor (UK)[note 9] August 7, 1966 German Grand Prix Nürburgring Brabham Race [20]
 Lorenzo Bandini (ITA)[note 10] May 7, 1967 Monaco Grand Prix Circuit de Monaco Ferrari 312 Race [21]
 Bob Anderson (UK) August 14, 1967 Test Silverstone Circuit Brabham Test [22]
 Jo Schlesser (FRA) July 7, 1968 French Grand Prix Rouen-Les-Essarts Honda RA302 Race [23]
 Gerhard Mitter (GER) August 1, 1969 German Grand Prix Nürburgring BMW Practice [8]
 Piers Courage (UK) June 21, 1970 Dutch Grand Prix Circuit Park Zandvoort De Tomaso Race [26]
 Jochen Rindt (AUT) September 5, 1970 Italian Grand Prix Autodromo Nazionale Monza Lotus 72 Qualifying [5]
 Jo Siffert (SUI) October 24, 1971 World Championship Victory Race Brands Hatch BRM P160 Race [27]
 Roger Williamson (UK) July 29, 1973 Dutch Grand Prix Circuit Park Zandvoort March Race [8]
 François Cevert (FRA) October 6, 1973 United States Grand Prix Watkins Glen Tyrrell Qualifying [28]
 Peter Revson (USA) March 22, 1974 Test Kyalami Shadow DN3 Test [29]
 Helmuth Koinigg (AUT) October 6, 1974 United States Grand Prix Watkins Glen Surtees Race [30]
 Mark Donohue (USA)[note 11] August 17, 1975 Austrian Grand Prix Österreichring March Practice [8]
 Tom Pryce (UK)[note 12] March 5, 1977 South African Grand Prix Kyalami Shadow DN8 Race [32]
 Brian McGuire (AUS)[note 13] August 29, 1977 Shellsport International Series Round 11 Brands Hatch McGuire BM1 Practice [33]
 Ronnie Peterson (SWE)[note 14] September 10, 1978 Italian Grand Prix Autodromo Nazionale Monza Lotus 78 Race [35]

However, my post today is about the only driver to have won the World Championship posthumously and that driver is Jochen Rindt.

Rindt was born in Germany in 1942 of Austrian and German parentage. His parents died under Allied bombing in 1943 and he was taken to Graz in Austria where he was brought up by his grandparents.

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He had a very successful F1 career and was considered one of the best drivers by many people but he was very badly affected by the death of his friend Piers Courage and many were convinced that he would retire at the end of the year. Until that time he continued to drive with grim determination but the joy of driving had ended for him.

Rindt went on to win the French, British and German GPs. In his home Grand Prix, at the Osterreichring, Rindt failed to finish and his main rival Jacky Ickx led a Ferrari 1-2. The pressure began to tell on Rindt and he went to Monza for the Italian GP ready to clinch the World Championship that had for so long alluded him. Rindt by that time had decided to quit racing at the end of the season and talked about setting up a sports clothing business.

Practice was held on Friday and Saturday, September 4-5, and half an hour into the Saturday session Rindt’s Lotus veered sharp left under heavy braking into the Parabolica, dived under the Armco crash barriers and bounced back onto the track, its front end torn away. Jochen Rindt was lifted clear by officials, but if he was not already dead there was no hope of his surviving terrible chest injuries. Officially he died in the ambulance on the way to a Milan hospital.

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I am grateful to Wikipedia and Grand Prix History for information used in this post to one of the best drivers in Formula 1 and the only one to have ever won the World Championship posthumously.

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I HAVE JUST COMPLETED 200 POSTS ON THE DIARY OF A COUNTRY BUMPKIN WHICH MAY NOT SEEM MUCH BUT AS I’VE ALSO BEEN POSTING ON MY OTHER BLOG JOE WELLS OF WHOM IT MAY BE SAID, THE COMPLETE TOTAL WILL BE MORE. I DIDN’T WANT YOU TO THINK I HAD BEEN SLACKING!

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Defiance or determination or discipline?

My post today was prompted by reading Marilyn Armstrong’s post called Defiance or Determination.

https://teepee12.com/2019/04/22/defiance-or-determination-marilyn-armstrong/#like-1110345812

Children seem so ill disciplined nowadays compared to my childhood, when my parents said no, they meant it and we knew it too. I am astounded at how rude some children can be but when you see a family out and they are sitting round a meal table all of them on their phones with no interaction between them, I’m not greatly surprised.

It will obviously never go back to the old days where six of the best with a slipper or a cane used to help concentrate the mind no end. Punishing children who don’t like school by excluding them from the very place they don’t want to be doesn’t seem like much of a punishment to me.

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It’s quite odd to me that when I was at school, we never had anyone with ADHD or autism no-one disrupted a lesson and we were so unbelievably well behaved compared to modern children.

I know from experience that you can give a child a full-strength fizzy pop style drink and they shoot of as if they have a rocket up their backside and take some considerable time to calm down, I have no idea if this has any bearing on ADHD. When I was at school, we had fizzy pop called Tizer it tasted horrible so we didn’t consume vast quantities of the stuff which may explain a lot.

In my day there were four basic categories of children at school, naturally clever, hardworking, not so clever and lazy, or permutations thereof.  For example, you could be clever and lazy which would place you about halfway in your class, or you could be not so clever but put in an enormous amount of hard work and come top of the class.

Surprisingly the main thing we all came out of school with was a decent education in the lessons of morals, ethics and good manners, most of which was taught (although we didn’t realise it at the time) in the Religious Education class with parables like the good Samaritan etc.

I can remember my parents saying to me, “never speak to a grown up until they first speak to you,” which when visitors arrived, we would dutifully wait to be spoken to before responding. You can’t imagine the youth of today behaving in such a fashion.

We try to educate our grandchildren in the correct ways but sometimes it feels a little like pushing water uphill, I wonder what on earth it will be like in a few more generations time, from the look of things sometimes I worry that some of the coming generations may damage their knuckles as they scrape along the ground.

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My boy Jack.

I was prompted to write this today following a comment from Chris Hall https://lunasonline.wordpress.com/ about my post Goodbye Christopher Robin https://lordjoewells.wordpress.com/2019/03/25/goodbye-christopher-robin/ and the mention of the film on the subject.

This led into the mention of the film My boy Jack which I can also recommend as very well worth watching.

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My Boy Jack is a 1916 poem by Rudyard Kipling. It was written after his son called Jack was posted as missing and later as dead in September 1915 during the battle of Loos in World War One. Jack was a Lieutenant in the 2nd Battalion Irish Guards when he was killed, he had extremely bad eyesight and was not fit to be in the Army, but in the beginning of the war his father was very patriotic and pushed for his son to join up.

Not surprisingly after his son was killed Rudyard Kipling became very anti war, after witnessing the futility of it, having lost his son. My Boy Jack is quite a moving poem but all the more so when you know the story of why it was written. I need add nothing further to this blog and I give you;

My Boy Jack, by Rudyard Kipling.

“Have you news of my boy Jack?”
Not this tide.
“When d’you think that he’ll come back?”
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

“Has any one else had word of him?”
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.

“Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?”
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind —
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.

Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!

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Who’s George Formby?

My post today was inspired by a conversation I had when replying to a post by RACHELMANKOWITZ called The Ukelele Life where she was discussing taking ukulele lessons.

My response was to ask if she had a George Formby Society where she was and unfortunately her reply was, George Formby, who?

George Formby was one of Britain’s biggest film stars of the 30’s and 40’s so I was somewhat surprised he wasn’t more well known which leaves me no option but to endeavour to educate my readers about this very talented man.

George was famous for his risque songs which he used to sing and accompany himself on a banjolele which is a cross between a banjo and a ukulele but louder.

He was so famous that the George Formby Society was formed in 1961 in tribute to this great man.

Here are two of his most famous tunes, the first being “Leaning on a lamp post.”

The second being, “When I’m cleaning windows.”

This is the George Formby Society which meets every year and is as popular today as it was years ago, only in Great Britain you may think and you may be right but eccentricity is considered a virtue in this country.

George Formby has obviously influenced other performers, one of which is The Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain.

Finally I give you a documentary on George Formby with the recommendation that you seek him out on youtube where you can find his films and tunes. It is people like George Formby and Gracie Fields who kept moral up and may have gone some way in assisting the winning of World War Two.

I can say no more ladies and gentlemen, I give you the rather wonderful George Formby, do enjoy. “Turned out nice again!”

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Multicultural London English.

My post today was going to be very short and take no time at all but has instead taken the best part of the day and sound quite dull, however I think if you bear with it you will find the topic fascinating.

I had no idea there was such a thing as Multicultural London English or MLE as it is more commonly known, I was aware of the modern London accent that seems to be sweeping the country but was unaware it had a name.

My post today came about as I happened to catch a young fellow on a chat programme on television this morning speaking in this incredibly annoying accent which was going to lead to me ranting on about how I hate the sound of this accent but in the end led to a completely end result.

I will post various links, the first being the young fellow in question Hussain Manawer reciting a very moving poem about the death of his mother, this will give those who have never heard this accent an idea of how grating this sound can be, the only thing missing is the use of the word “possibility” or any other word ending with “ility” in that strange clipped nasal fashion used by MLE.

Apparently this accent has swept London over the remarkably short time (for the spread of an accent) of 30 years and almost completely done away with the native Cockney which seems rather a shame.

Here is another link to some more history about the spread of Multicultural London English although to call it English may be stretching a point.

During the course of my research I came across the following programme by Joan Washington who is a voice coach to actors for film and theatre which contained some fascinating documentary footage about the dilution of rural accents and although quite long is well worth a look if you’re interested in language and accents.

 

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Word of the day. Tops.

I have slightly cheated today as I have been a little busy and haven’t had time to write anything new so have brought back an older post which amused me and I thought worth a second airing.

It was originally written for a post on my first teenage kiss but has the inclusion of the word “tops” which makes it eligible for the word of the day.

My first thought on trying to remember my first teenage kiss was, I can’t remember but gradually a recollection from the dim and distant past came back to me.

Back in the 60’s it was not common practice to have any form of sexual contact with the opposite sex in your parents house, it was however quite common for young people to go to the pictures, (the movies for any American readers) for such experiences.

One would head for the back row and when the lights went down, one could commence canoodling whilst most of the people were watching the film, obviously the back row would contain a number of other couples who were there for the same reason.

I seem to remember there was a sort of check list which had been passed down from the more experienced boys starting with kissing, then perhaps kissing with tongues and so on.

One would move on down the list with an arm over the shoulder which would then fall onto the girls breast and if it were not removed one progressed to the next step, that of fondling the breast from the outside of her blouse.

Slowly, slowly catchy monkey, the next step that of fondling the breast inside her blouse which of course after much fumbling and hopefully some assistance from the girl eventually meant the brassiere was released and access to the naked breasts was achieved. At this point I think there were many teenagers who must have started to believe that there actually was a God!

Fumbling slowly onward at this point I personally attempted the impossible and slowly slid my hand up the girls skirt where to my utter surprise was met by a pair of stockings which was unusual as by now virtually all girls had gone over to wearing the more modern tights.

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I feel my story is coming across as a little impersonal as I keep referring to “the girl,” but the girl had a name which I cannot remember but I’m fairly certain was Jane, so will continue and refer to her as Jane.

As was the way in those days girls and boys were more tightly controlled than is the case today and I found out later that Jane wore the more old fashioned stockings as her mother thought it was more hygienic for her to get some air around her front bottom.

There was an old saying concerning girls and stocking tops which were referred to as giggle tops, the reason being if you got past the stocking tops you were laughing, suffice to say my courage ran out at the stocking tops.

I saw Jane on two or three other dates but our relationship was destined never to last, as I said her mother was very protective and to arrange a date required virtually filling in a number of forms in triplicate for her mother to give permission for the liaison.

It’s a shame as she was a very nice girl and we never progressed as far as having sex, for in those days that sort of thing had to wait until one had a motorcar and one could wait until it was dark and park up in the woods!

 

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