One month as it happened…
MONDAY 1 At around 85 minutes into the England versus Slovakia game last night I did a web search on the bookies odds for the next England manager, and the favourite was former Brighton manager Graham Potter.
📌 I think I have a mild addiction to Elif Shafak’s Unmapped Storylands Substack, in which she shares “stories, anecdotes, wise proverbs and foolish thoughts from my unpublished notebooks”. Today she imagines a woman from the middle ages stepping from the safety of the painting she inhabits to ask Shafak questions about the world today.
📌 I’m in a rush to finish Kate Atkinson’s Case Histories. I got a message from the library saying someone else wants to borrow it.
📌 When Diogo Jota went down in the penalty area in the Portugal vs Slovenia game my wife said he must have been taking lessons in diving from Mo Salah. The awarded penalty by Cristiano Ronaldo was saved, much to her delight.
📌 At Alice’s Summer Party Lena told me that Elly Space is alive and well on YouTube.
TUESDAY 2 In today’s Sensemaker Bill Bryson, the American writer resident in the UK since 1977, has a message for voters going to the polls on Thursday.
Some of your MPs may be a bit dim or small-minded or otherwise alarming, but you would have to search pretty hard to find any that are truly senile, serially felonious, flat-out mad or so stupid that they would boast about shooting their pet dog.
Bryson retired from writing in 2022.
📌 To Tate Britain for the John Singer Sargent exhibition showcasing his fashion portraits, which actually form a compendium of archetypes for what was to follow in the business of fashion photography and the hyper-stylised place it occupies today. Sargent presents as a smug bourgeois git making money out of dull, self-important rich people who want to be made to look grand, and good, in very large format. Sargent obliged, though he later became a war artist, so I suppose that’s OK. Not one of the faces of his many sitters held the flicker of a personality they could call their own.
📌 Beware the time-travelling tricks of TV streaming services. My wife told me that when the conflict in Ukraine arrived in Madam Secretary it wasn’t the real conflict in Ukraine, because the Madam Secretary series ended in 2019. Amazing how the TV writers could predict future world-changing events when real world leaders could not.
WEDNESDAY 3 Finished the City of London tote bag. I originally intended it as a gift for our long-serving community police officer Christine, but I’m open to other suggestions now. I enjoyed the stitching, so I might start a new one and build a collection of different versions of the same thing.
THURSDAY 4 Someone pinned a helpful notice to a nearby tree.
📌 We both emerged from the cinema after seeing Kinds of Kindness smiling at how we survived three hours of such wilful weirdness. We sat later in Baracca chuckling at some funny moments but nevertheless determined not to try any kind of analysis about power, subjugation, gaslighting, etc. Mrs Baracca confided that the restaurant will close forever at the end of the month rather than just for the usual one month they normally take to spend with family in Italy. Later we joined the local Labour campaigners in the pub to talk about the exit polls, which were predicting a landslide.
FRIDAY 5 Tortoise reports that McDonald’s has cut breakfast hours at its outlets in Australia in response to a shortage of eggs, caused by bird flu.
📌 For anyone worried about the rise of Nigel Farage after his election to the seat of Clacton a man on Times Radio pointed out that Nigel Farage has a habit of falling out with so-called close colleagues, of which he now has four sitting next to him in Parliament.
📌 In Canary Wharf we nicked a last chance to see the fabulous Fashion City exhibition at the Museum of London, Docklands. The best rooms for me were the one that included Princess Diana’s handwritten notes to designer David Sassoon and the one with David Bowie’s shirts. On the way back to the station we sat on a bench and ate Greggs vegan sausage rolls and bought some dental cement from Boots to bung up the cavity in my back tooth that can’t be fixed properly at the dentist until August (first available appointment).
SATURDAY 6 Anne Applebaum has a thorough summary of Keir Starmer and his new government that will act as a useful reference point in the future when the political landscape has moved. She points up the differences between Starmer and other politicians, and his determination to be quite dull. Not for Starmer the snappy soundbites and one liners but the persistent, very ordinary statement of plain words such as “service”, “change” and “working people”.
SUNDAY 7 Our local allotment group the Golden Baggers took a coach load of residents out east to the rolling fields of rural Essex and a free visit to the Royal Horticultural Society garden at Hyde Hall. An unseasonal outbreak of mercurial meteorology (raining one minute, sunshine the next) punctuated the day as we strolled from Cottage Garden to Rose Garden via my favourite, the Dry Garden, which featured gothic sculptures depicting animals from Aesop’s Fables.
📌 Andrew Rawnsley has a telling sentence in his assessment of what’s in store for Keir Starmer and his new government.
While the victory looks commanding, the mandate feels brittle.
MONDAY 8 My wife told me that she woke up in the early hours, went downstairs and “waved a stick at a couple of pigeons”.
📌 Finished my first DS Cross audiobook, The Teacher, and can’t wait to start a new one. Cross, being very autistic, is one of the most fascinating fictional cops I’ve come across. His autism turns out to be his superpower and the way his colleagues in the Bristol Major Crime Unit negotiate and adapt to his “difficult” behaviour embraces some quite deep questions about neurodiversity and workplace cultures.
TUESDAY 9 Sent a message of congratulations to Sarah on her appointment as Headway’s new CEO. I’m looking forward to supporting her even though I ranted endlessly throughout the recruitment process that Headway didn’t need an off-the-shelf CEO, just a team captain with a big heart.
📌 The Euro24 competition finally came alive for me tonight with a firecracker of a semi-final game between France and Spain that turned into a Tale Of Two Talents. Spain won 2-1, their first goal a scintillating curling left-foot shot from 16-year-old Lamine Yamal. It was a sublime moment, which contrasted sharply with the failure of the French star player Kylian Mbappé, 25, to hit an easy target late in the game. As his wayward shot sailed way over the crossbar and deep into the crowd, the French fans must have known their cause was lost, as must have Mbappé himself.
WEDNESDAY 10 I have two small stitchworks going into Open Studio next month, but before she went on holiday Michelle asked me to do one of Tony’s painted sayings in stitch. Tony never sells his artworks (he says they are his way of remembering) but is happy for the studio to sell reproductions. His crazy colourful typework is a stitchers gift.
📌 England sneaking past the Netherlands was a surprise.
THURSDAY 11 Deep down in today’s Sensemaker is an article on something called Revival Trusts. These are places rich people hide money for when their cryogenically frozen dead bodies are brought back to life at some future date. It brings to mind the old gag that there are “no pockets in a shroud”. Obviously there are, but the existence of Revival Trusts raises a few philosophical questions about life and death…
If you’re revived, are you the same person? Who holds onto the money? Can you reverse a death certificate? Much like cryogenics itself, the structure of these trusts are a leap of faith.
📌 My submission to the Headway writers’ group was a micro story I wrote years ago that seemed to fit the title Heidi & Martin: The Origins from a few weeks ago. It reminded me that my tiny stories back then were much better than the tedious stuff I’m doing nowadays.
They sat politely distant. Heidi took her sandwich from a supermarket bag. Martin took his from a nylon rucksack. Behind them, on the wall of the park shelter, were inscriptions printed on ceramic tiles telling the stories of those who had lost their lives saving others.
When half of Martin’s sandwich hit the shale slab, Heidi wanted to laugh. Instead, she offered him half of hers. “It’s M&S… tuna mayo.” He said no, thank you, but that’s very kind, ate his crisps and made to leave: “Thank you again.”
If he sees her tomorrow, he won’t tell her he prefers to make his own mayonnaise. Plenty of time for that.
FRIDAY 12 In the middle of the night I heard an interview on BBC World Service in which Joe Biden referred to Volodymyr Zelenskyy as “President Putin”. In another clip he named Kamala Harris as “Vice-president Trump”. There’s a lot of noise urging him to stand down, but not from Howard Jacobson in his Streetwalking Substack. Jacobson wants us to cherish old people forgetting their words and tripping up, even if they are President of the United States. And if anyone is to blame for Biden’s predicament it is the Democratic Party, says James Ball in the New European, who knew a long time ago that voters wanted a younger candidate yet rather than supply one they took off on a ludicrous journey of bitching and blame-gaming, leaving Biden to totter along in his slippers.
📌 One of our neighbours, writing on the community WhatsApp, offered some frozen coley, bought for their cat, which sadly died before the fish could be defrosted and consumed. Another neighbour replied thanks but no thanks, adding that their two cats prefer “grain-free dried reindeer”.
SATURDAY 13 We’ve decided to take a break from Madam Secretary at the end of Series 3 (there are 6). It’s already hard to see how much more of the planet Madam Secretary Elizabeth McCord can save, how many more dodgy Russian and Chinese ministers she can casually seduce onto the moral high ground (Madam’s hunky hubby Henry is a theologist and classicist who works a side-hustle as a secret spy handler for the CIA/FBI/NSA), how many more red-faced Republican bloviators she can humiliate. We will return at some point later to see if eldest daughter Stevie and her English physicist boyf work it out, and if Nadine picks things up with the guy from NASA. Will Jay repair his disintegrating marriage? Will Matt write a successful novel and finally leave the State Department? And will Mr President get re-elected? Ukraine, Israel, Hamas, Hezbollah, Armageddon… It’s all there and I’m sure it will still be waiting for us when we return after our well-earned break from the propaganda machine. But right now we are exhausted, oversoaked in a marinade of sanctimony. Last night I even described Madam Secretary as the Little House On The Prairie of US politics. Maybe that was the studio pitch.
📌 ITV is in trouble for a new comedy series about a police training centre. Its title is Piglets.
📌 Finally managed to catch the Shifting Narratives exhibition in Barbican Library, a refugee storytelling project in textiles.
📌 To St Luke’s Music Education Centre for a concert by the remnants of my wife’s old LSO Community Choir, now renamed the St Clements Community Choir. She said the sopranos were a bit screachy.
SUNDAY 14 I’ve never counted myself as a real supporter of England’s national football team. In the Euro 24 competition I found myself rooting for the Netherlands because their national team had more Liverpool players than any other. But as hope rises across the nation that a more stable future might be possible, an England victory in tonight’s Euro 24 final against Spain would be a big boost to the national mood. If England can win by being boring in both politics and football, we might just have found a new national identity.
📌 Spain beat England 2-1, but England seemed happily boring in defeat. Best headline: “The Lions Weep Tonight”.
MONDAY 15 The attempted killing of Donald Trump (which my wife suspects was a stunt arranged by Trump himself) has apparently made him more electable, say the pundits. So I daringly suggest that this might not be an entirely bad thing, as it will force Europe to rearrange itself around the new European Political Community (EPC) and to strategically distance itself in a conscious uncoupling from America as a so-called global partner. A Trump victory might just be a moment for Britain and its new government to shine. Paul Mason has something to say about this in his Conflict & Democracy newsletter and reading it I almost started to relish the idea of cleverly backing away from the American monster.
Britain may be just a mid-sized country, with a hollowed out army and a nuclear deterrent whose firing tests go wrong, but it can punch way above its weight if it can find the willpower to do what Boris Johnson walked away from: leadership in Europe.
📌 The Patricia Highsmith collection of short stories Eleven includes one called The Snail Watcher, a horrific critique of capitalist greed in metaphor. In it financier Peter Knoppert’s enthusiasm for watching snails breed turns into a suffocating, slimy nightmare.
📌 To the Royal Court in Sloane Square for ECHO: EVERY COLD-HEARTED OXYGEN, an intriguing piece of concept theatre about migration that involved a star actor onstage in an unrehearsed live dialogue with an Iranian playwright/actor, supposedly in “Berlin”. The point being that all human beings are migrants in time and that we become new people every time we form a new bond with someone else. And that’s what you’re seeing in real time tonight, folks, a kind of migration of the soul. The star actor onstage for this show (every one is a different actor) was Benedict Wong, who is so starry we’d never heard of him. But that’s because we don’t watch the right kind of fantasy films (we don’t watch any kind of fantasy films). Others lined up to appear include Adrian Lester, Jodie Whitaker, Meera Syal, Monica Dolan and Toby Jones. We loved tonight’s show so much that we will return next week to see how the same role – part improvised, part verbatim scripted performance – plays out with a woman on stage (Jessica Gunning, from The Outlaws and Baby Reindeer).
TUESDAY 16 At the annual Hackney CVS awards the Headway/Barbican team won in the community achievement category for last year’s differently various exhibition. HCVS always puts on a good party, with great food, and the stories behind the awards always have a powerful spirit.
WEDNESDAY 17 In an attempt to avoid any news about Donald Trump I’ve finally got to work on the next stitchwork in the series of adaptations I’m doing of Sam’s drawings. It’s a wonky pair of massive cloggy women’s sandals, worn with crinkled socks. The outline is always the most frustrating part for me. Only when it is finished and has the right shape can I relax and enjoy the rest of the stitching. This one will take a very long time to complete and will undoubtedly be painfully stitched, unpicked and restitched before the end. And always in the back of my mind is the next Sam drawing I’d like to stitch, a fish skeleton.
THURSDAY 18 In the middle of the night I woke up from a dream in which I was in a meeting, deep in discussion, when Peter Hooton entered the room, glanced at me knowingly, walked over, whispered in my ear, and left.
📌 At the Headway writing group, music maestro James confessed to once working in a band with Gary Glitter. He said it was fantastically easy “because he was so stupid”. At the end of the tour, James says, Glitter gave all the band members a signed copy of his favourite self-help book.
📌 My story contribution to the group this week had the title Lonely Flower.
They’d both agreed that Advanced Couples Counselling might help, but doubts surfaced when the therapist asked them if they ever had pet names for their genitals. They both sensed each other starting to psychologically itch. Martin went first, with something Heidi later called bravado.
“Nudger!” he stated boldly. “That’s what my mother and her noisy sisters called it, so that’s what I called it. All the other kids at school had willies, but I had Nudger.”
Heidi knew this already, and even she gave his Nudger its proper name, mostly. She said so and the therapist wrote it down. Now it was her turn:
“Lonely Flower,” she spluttered. Martin stifled a giggle. Heidi jumped at the chance to explain: “I had a Japanese picture book and Lonely Flower was one of the stories. It just stayed with me from that moment. It was kind of mystical. I never told anyone. My Lonely Flower was my secret friend. I even called my pet snake Lonely Flower when I was at uni.”
Martin was squirming by now, searching his mind desperately for an exit plan.
“And did you know…” he started, but not exactly sure where he was going with it… “That male snakes have penises and female snakes have vaginas, and clitorises. Or is it clitori?”
They all took the distraction as a sign. “Same time next week?” mumbled the therapist.
I submitted one other short piece of writing with the title Carried Away…
Don’t get carried away is the kind of advice you get given when you look like you’re losing control. But that afternoon in October when Heidi lost control she was more than happy to get carried away, to hospital.
Then we watched a YouTube video of an interview with the man who did the voices of Bill & Ben, in the voices of Bill & Ben.
📌 In the studio a reggae version of the Piña Colada song was playing.
FRIDAY 19 One of the artists I follow online has invited her online drawing pupils to come up with a badge in defiance of artificial intelligence…
📌 Starting to wonder how the horrible word “outage”crept into common use. Maybe it’s because words such as failure sound too doomy.
SATURDAY 20 The BBC has started using the words “IT meltdown” instead of “outage”, which at least makes it sound less like an act of god.
📌 Of the four carriages on our train to Nottingham, two of them were First Class.
📌 Have Gregg’s and Wetherspoons become new markers of civilisation as we know it?
📌 My wife reckons Microsoft’s global computer system failure is a golden opportunity for money launderers to wash tonnes of cash, as retail businesses have been forced by the crisis to operate as “cash only”.
📌 In the Nottingham Contemporary art gallery my wife overheard a woman asking at reception if it was OK to bring her ferret into the gallery. Once they learned it would be safely contained in her rucksack they said Yes.
SUNDAY 21 We are in Nottingham to see Jennifer’s latest exhibition, Kaleidoscopic Realms, featuring the work of eight artists from supported studios. Hats off to Nottingham Castle for backing an exhibition of this size (until November) with the full big-gallery treatment. And it’s a credit to Jennifer’s energy and commitment that under-represented artists finally get a platform on a par with established names.
MONDAY 22 A trip to Nottingham would not be complete without a visit to the Danish Homestore on Derby Road.
📌 Most of Nottingham’s galleries and museums are closed on Mondays so we took a bumpy number 35 “History” bus out to the west of the city on a route that namechecks attractions such as the original home of Raleigh bicycles and a location used in the film version of Alan Sillitoe’s Saturday Night & Sunday Morning starring Albert Finney. The bus deposited us in a outpost called Bulwell, which was such a depressing conglomeration of nail bars and charity shops that my wife immediately argued the case for getting straight back on the next bus out of there.
📌 We did a web search to find out the divergence between supporters of Notts County and Nottingham Forest. The message boards were helpful. County supporters are older, posher and less intelligent than Forest supporters, apparently. Another clue to the difference is to note that few people outside Nottingham can name anyone who ever managed or played for County, whereas my wife insisted on having her photo taken with Brian Clough.
📌 Incidental things we learned about Nottingham include lone men of various ages hanging around in Wetherspoons pubs, and something revealing about charity shops that don’t stock a lot of recipe books.
📌 We were led to believe by the weather forecasts that rain was on its way, so we went to the cinema in the Lace Market area to see a soppy but sweet film called Thelma about a grandmother in her 90s, the victim of a telephone scam, who hunts down the fraudsters and gets her $10,000 back.
TUESDAY 23 I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Substack Notes is riddled with pretentious utterings. You just have to look for them.
📌 Still haven’t quite got the hang of how to pronounce Kamala Harris’s first name (Comma-la). I sense her elevation to presidential nominee after Joe Biden’s withdrawal is a moment, when the US Democratic party sees a chance to become the political party it hasn’t been for some time – liberated, expressive and progressive, shackled by convention, yes, but not chained by conservatism. It is, I suspect, a moment of innocent euphoria that is ultimately doomed, buried beneath the loaded earth of Joe Biden’s closing moments.
Whenever he said ‘anyway’, or ‘here’s the deal’, or ‘by the way’, you knew another cognitive car-crash was on its way and winced in anticipation. Matthew D’Ancona, New European
📌 At an Imagine Fund meeting to talk through the scores for each of the 26 Alumni Projects, the one I most admired and strongly supported came way ahead of all the others. I didn’t even need to speak on its behalf.
📌 In 45 minutes Madam Secretary saved a US journalist banged up in Sudan on charges of espionage secretly trumped up by the Chinese state. And Jay had a wild fling with a work colleague, which he dutifully confessed to chief-of-staff Nadine.
WEDNESDAY 24 It looks like vindictiveness could be Keir Starmer’s weak spot. He’s suspended a bunch of people who disagreed with him, again. Those who have played football with him say his on-field aggression is a defining characteristic.
THURSDAY 25 The Treasury has said it will stop minting new coins for general circulation because there are already enough of them in the system.
📌 Zara turned up at Headway with her newborn son, Ellery. It’s been so long since I last saw her that I never even noticed she had a bump.
📌 Had a conversation with Michelle about the difficulty of pricing stitchwork. She said Trevor’s horses sell for around £375.
📌 Back to the Royal Court theatre in Sloane Square to revisit Echo, the cold-read play about migration. We wanted to see a woman (in this case Baby Reindeer’s Jessica Gunning) in the stage role opposite playwright Nassim Soleimanpour’s detached online video performance from Berlin. The play seemed to have been tweaked to flatten the role of the onstage performer to sidekick and the lasting impression for me on this showing was that this is art cinema welded to verbatim theatre, and quite indulgently so.
FRIDAY 26 Jonty Bloom’s daily rant paints a hilarious picture of fuming Brexiteers screaming about plastic bottle tops that cannot easily be detached from the bottle. It was a measure introduced as an industry standard by the EU to reduce pollution that British manufacturers have opted to mirror, presumably to guarantee sales in Europe.
📌 Met Sophie in Barbican Kitchen to deliver the finished napkin with all the family signatures stitched in. She was delighted.
She went on to give me the inside story on exhibiting at the Royal Academy’s Summer Exhibition. Prior to the exhibition’s opening day there is a “Varnishing Day” in which all the exhibitors arrive, file into some kind of blessing in the church across the road, then enter the gallery and jostle petulantly with each other to see where their artwork has been hung. Pity the ones who end up just below the ceiling.
SATURDAY 27 Labour won its landslide victory on a promise of change. It was generally presumed that this would begin with some “quick wins”, low-cost changes that have immediate impact. This hasn’t really happened, yet. But there is the suggestion in a New Statesman article by Andrew Marr that it actually has started to happen. By emphasising not the WHAT of change but of the HOW, Starmer, etc al, are slowly carving out a new way. Marr predicts, for example, big wage increases for teachers and nurses. Pulling this off peacefully will show how Labour can do things differently. Keeping education and health workers onside, along with their unions, is a win and a clue to how Labour intends to rebuild Britain’s economy. The same idea will surface at the Home Office in its handling of migration. Marr predicts the soft introduction of an identity-card system as a precondition to getting a job, or benefits, or healthcare, etc. These are all WHATS that carry easy general acceptance, and the HOWS will demonstrate competence in making them happen. That’s a long-term win dressed up as a short-term victory.
SUNDAY 28 Today will be shorter than usual because last night we went to our friend Sandra’s birthday party in Piano Smithfield and carried on dancing until 3am.
📌 We finished The Jetty, a thoroughly depressing police drama about a community in which the sexual exploitation of young women was endemic, and started Shōgun, a drama based in 17th Century Japan in which western mercantile culture is pitched against brutally feudal Japanese hierarchies.
MONDAY 29 As he gets to work trying to drag the UK economy out of its coffin, Keir Starmer might profit from a message shared by two recent articles – one by Lawrence Freedman at Comment Is Freed, the other by Paul Mason in the New European. It boils down to Britain being catastrophically unprepared to deal with emergent crises such as the 2008 global financial crash and more recently Covid-19 and the war in Ukraine. Mason, natch, argues, for the state to get a grip…
The free-market era did not just hollow out the state. It mandated its operation in a systemically risky way. And the price of each crisis gets higher: the financial crisis lifted UK debt from 60% to 80% of GDP; Covid lifted it close to 100%; and the Ukraine war lifted the cost of servicing that debt fourfold.
📌 Watching Chancellor Rachel Reeves making her statement to Parliament on the state of the nation’s purse I heard her steal one of my ideas. Some time last year, when TV’s Line of Duty was still in the public mind, I suggested in this scrapbook that the government could benefit from its own anti-corruption unit similar to AC12, with a leader not unlike Ted Hastings (Adrian Dunbar, now in Kiss Me Kate). Reeves added to the workload of such her embyonic unit with a separate team of detectives not unlike Steve and Kate that will ferret out all the taxpayers’ money the last government bunged to its rich friends, and get it back in the state’s coffers to spend on stuff like health and education. As I remember, the genius of this idea, I suggested at the time, was that as each dirty deed of squandering public money is revealed by the investigative team, the government can remind the public of what a deeply corrupt outfit the previous government was, and never to be trusted with their money ever again.
📌 The Knowledge reports of a letter published in the Times quoting a notice in the window of a Dublin book store…
Shoplifters will be made to read Ulysses. If we catch you twice it’s Finnegans Wake.
TUESDAY 30 Katie, our financial adviser, came round and basically urged us to get on with buying a very expensive apartment. My wife is nervous about that, whereas I’m all in, bring it on, tell me when, get it done, etc.
📌 A report on BBC Radio 4 suggested that the design of the Parisian Olympic swimming pool might have cost Team GB swimmer Adam Peaty a gold medal. The report stated that the pool in which Peaty was pushed into second place by 2/100th of a second is shallower than other Olympic standard pools, which results in a greater degree of churn as swimmers sprint to the finish. This sounds plausible. But the Italian swimmer who won gold was in the next lane to Peaty, and presumably just as disadvantaged by this alleged churn as Peaty was.
WEDNESDAY 31 Incest, witchcraft and espionage were among the accusations levelled by fake news merchants at foreign queens in 15th Century England, says an article in the Conversation. Joan of Navarre was a spy, apparently, Jaquetta of Luxembourg a witch. Spreading rumours about kings was punishable in law, but not for queens.
📌 Nice to hear the Seine has been declared clean and Olympic events can go ahead as planned.
📌 A powerfully honest and direct essay in the New Statesman pricks the inflated messaging on a potential victory for Kamala Harris in November’s US presidential elections. If she does win, it predicts, it will be by a very slim margin. Ditto Trump. This roughly 50-50 outcome is becoming as predictable in the US as it was for the 2016 UK Brexit vote. The slim winners in these elections rarely try to find a way to govern on behalf of the people who didn’t vote for them. And so it is bogus for the United States of America to think for one minute that it is in any way united at all. The same applies to the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.
📌 It’s amazing what you get excited about when the BBC coverage of the Olympic Games is restricted because the Discovery Plus streaming channel has bought up all the transmission rights. Today we were mesmerised by the two-wheel acrobatics in the BMX finals.
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