The tricky cold bollock stage

Well… was hoping the weather would be better, but I’m told yesterday’s 3ft waves are subsiding. 

Fellow swimmer Andrew Hudson’s just sent me this photo of what the Solent looks like now:

uh oh

Apparently there’s a swell left from yesterday’s big waves and it’s still choppy in the middle. (Don’t think swell means good.) The canoeists accompanying us tomorrow are discussing conditions right now, as they can’t go out if they’ll keep capsizing. So fingers crossed! The 12 Bestival swimmers should be setting off from GAFIRS lifeboat station, Stokes Bay, Gosport at 11.30AM tomorrow, or if it’s still too choppy, Friday at 12.30PM.

(UPDATE: SWIM’S ON FOR TOMORROW!!!!)

So I should be in my wetsuit about 11AM tomorrow , having handed my canoeist a carrier bag with my asthma spray, a high energy drink or two and a packet of shark repellent. (£8.85 from Amazon. So it must work.)

(You thought I was joking, Andrew!)

Then I’ll be running into the waves, complaining about how cold the water is for a bit, until I get past the tricky cold bollock stage. At which point it’ll be OK as I’ll still be able to stand up for a bit, then, a few steps later, it’s time to swim! Four miles. To Ryde Westsands.

As well as the kayaks, there’ll be a mother ship (called Alice, apparently) driven by Alan who will be communicating with the coastguard, Southampton VHS and the Queens Harbour master, Portsmouth. They in turn inform all the other mariners including ferry and shipping companies as we swim through the busy shipping lane that serves Portsmouth and Southampton docks. And I get a tap on the shoulder with a canoe stick if any shipping’s coming through.

I’ve been told we can’t get insurance for the sea bit, but we are insured for the shore bit. Which will be reassuring as I cross the road to the treacherously pebbly beach. 

So hopefully the gusty South Westerly winds blowing waves against us as we swim to the Isle of Wight will chillax a little bit.

And here’s what you can do:

At 11.30AM tomorrow, please, please, please, please, if you’re anywhere BUT the Isle of Wight, please turn South to face the Isle of Wight, take a deep breath. And then blow as hard as you can. 

(If you live on the Isle of Wight, you suck. Yes you do.) 

I’m no Michael Fish, but there must be a small chance that will dampen the wind down, and if not, at least I might get off slightly at the thought of everybody blowing me.

What else you can do: http://www.bmycharity.com/swim2bestival4FAN 
– Please help me help Families Against Neuroblastoma help children all over the country battling our deadliest childhood cancer. It needn’t be. Every little bit really counts, and it just takes a minute to click on the link above and help. So please pass the link on!

I’ll be thinking of Ashley Hyde’s family tomorrow (see my previous post below) who have tirelessly fundraised for FAN. Brave Star Wars fan Ashley sadly lost his final battle against Neuroblastoma, aged 7, one year ago, on September 8, 2010.  May the force be with you, Ashley!

Will keep you posted,

Slightlylessfatboyswim x

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ferries are for wimps!

Just ONE week away!!!!!! – at 11.30AM next Thursday morning, I’ll be bobbing up and down on the Solent waves like a vegan’s turd.

Trying, as I look down into the cold, dark depths beneath me, not to think about the marine conservationists who have rarely been out of the papers this summer, banging on about the wonderful species of shark and jellyfish who have immigrated to our unusually warm shores.

Instead, my motivation, like the road-crossing chicken in all the jokes, will be to get to the other side. My other motivation, and here you can help me, will be to help children fighting a cancer that claims more little lives than any other in this country: neuroblastoma.

Today is the first day of September, and Childhood Cancer Awareness Month. So help me help Families Against Neuroblastoma help children battling the disease all over the country. Click on this & pass it on too: http://www.bmycharity.com/swim2bestival4FAN , and let’s hope September sees some rays of sunshine for those fighting childhood cancers.

Thanks very much everyone who’s supported me, sponsored us, and offered helpful advice on how not to swim like a dick.

Especially my sidekick Sharkboy (my son Rocky, 9) who’s accompanied me on many swims.

If the swim goes well, yes, you can do it in a few years’ time, Rocky. In the meantime, like all the normal people, who I’m secretly quite jealous of, you can get the car ferry.

jellyfish soup

I was the only person swimming at the lido early this grey morning.

Unsurprising, as by this point in the summer holidays, it’s got the same water content as a urinal. And it was so cold, I’ve only just been able to coax my testicles back down again with the promise of a hot bath, with radox and everything.

And I doubt my balls would ever be decending again if they read all the headlines about the ‘Jellyfish Soup’ forming around the British coastline due to clement conditions for these unedifying floaty invertebrates.

Reading about all the stingy ones washing up on our shores, I can’t help but wonder if I’m allergic.

What if I get anaphlaptic shock on my charity swim to the Isle of Wight in three weeks’ time? ( http://www.bmycharity.com/swim2bestival4FAN )

I don’t know about you, but I’ve often wondered about how I’d best like to die.

I’ve come to the dramatic. But I’d also quite like it to be in bed. In fact I’d like it to be both. At the same time… Something pervy and dangerous… Or a sinister bedroom murder…

Any of those would do. But certainly not at sea. And definitely not as some sort of anaphlaptic reaction – a death I can barely spell. And not after being inadvertently stung by a sort of bloated floating transparent slug.

Big jellyfish doing impression of Don King

So now this blog has an added element of suspense about whether I’ll swim all the way without some sort of mishap, feel free to cut and paste any bits for an obituary. Though please not the bit above about how I’d like to die. Not unless I really do manage to swim across the Solent and then actuallly do die in some sexy/sinister bedroom mishap.

And here’s a cut out and keep jellyfish guide issued by the Marine Conservation Society who are all very excited about the unprecedented proliferation of Jellyfish swarms around our shores:

don't really want to end up wearing any of these as a hat

And in the spirit of educating you lot about our wobbly friends, here’s some

AMAZING JELLYFISH FACTS:

Bastard jellyfish can still sting when they’re dead.

If I get stung by a jellyfish, it’s helpful to wee on me.

Jellyfish reproduce both sexually and asexually in one of nature’s most romantic celebrations of life. There’s daddy jellyfish and mummy jellyfish. When daddy’s sperm are ready, he gobs them from his mouth into the surrounding sea, where they swim into mummy jellyfish’s mouth and fertilize her eggs. The fertilized ‘planula’ are then abandoned over the sea bottom, where these unloved little blighters latch onto anything solid in their miserable lives, splitting asexually until there’s enough for a swarm.

In some parts, Jellyfish are a tasty snack. But do dry them first, as they go off quickly!

The box jellyfish kills more people than any other marine animal. If stung your chance of making it back to shore or surviving are virtually 0%. These great big bastards can move at 2 metres a second and have 64 arseholes.

The largest jellyfish ever found was a Lion’s Mane Jellyfish with tentacles 120ft long, making it the longest animal ever found.

Jellyfish are brainless. They’re not fish. They’re about 98% water. Like spongebobs they are almost plants, but not quite, as they have to eat stuff which makes them an animal. Or something like that. I don’t really care enough.

Just three weeks to go before I swim to the Isle of Wight, and if you don’t want me to bore you with any more jellyfish facts, please sponsor me & help Families Against Neuroblastoma help some brave young children battling this cancer right now:

http://www.bmycharity.com/swim2bestival4FAN

Love,

Ben.

SWIMSTAKES!

These are some of the most popular search terms that have brought people to this blog this week, according to wordpress:

‘swimwear’

‘most dangerous shark in the world’

‘boys swimwear pics’

‘triathlon guys’

– I can only speculate about which of these searches faced the most disappointment.

As none of the search terms included ‘The Ben Gelblum Swim2Bestival office (or home) swimstakes ™’ , I had better remedy that with this easy-to-cut-out Ben Gelblum Swim2Bestival office (or home) swimstakes ™.

Just cut out these options and you can have a sweepstakes gamble type thing with your colleagues/friends/family about my athletic & fundraising prowess or watery demise in the Swim2Bestival on September 8:

SWIMSTAKES!

And if you’ve got time to do that, you’ve DEFINITELY got time to click on this:

http://www.bmycharity.com/swim2bestival4FAN 

and sponsor my once-in-a-lifetime athletic endeavour and help lots of children in urgent need of cancer treatment.

Do it today! It’s Neuroblastoma Awareness Week, so please spread the word!

Yours swimmingly,

or not really swimmingly today as I’ve got a sniffly nose,

Ben x

PS: sponsor me now: http://www.bmycharity.com/swim2bestival4FAN

NB awareness week

Quick reminder of why I’ve committed myself to this marine madness:- http://www.bmycharity.com/swim2bestival4FAN

(-Yes, apart from clearly having some sort of mid-life crisis involving leaving a proper job to squeeze into rubber suits and go to the seaside.)

This week is International Neuroblastoma Awareness Week, organised by the most single-minded mum I’ve ever come across.

Linza, 35, set up Families Against Neuroblastoma after enduring the most painful loss.
Linza described her son Max as a very handsome, cheeky, loving little boy. At just 5 months old, Linza’s son Max was diagnosed with Neuroblastoma. No one in the UK could help, so his family launched an appeal to raise the sums needed to take him to America. Max held on. But by the time they’d raised the funds necessary, Max was declared unfit to fly, and just hours later, as if he knew, he quietly slipped away in his family’s arms.

It is Linza’s reaction to her loss that’s so amazing. Setting up FAN (Families Against Neuroblastoma), she vowed to do her utmost every day to fight to give children like Max a chance to survive, and many have been saved.

Linza has got all kinds of charities all over the world involved to set up INTERNATIONAL NEUROBLASTOMA AWARENESS WEEK this week (find out more & ‘like’ : www.facebook.com/NBawarenessweek )

Linza and familes all over the world fighting to get treatment for children like Max are doing all kinds of interesting stuff this week.

Including this Kindness Voucher, based on an idea by an American boy Braeden Burgess who sadly lost a two-year fight with Neuroblastoma. So print it out, perform an act of kindness and help raise awareness of the charities that step in and help familes let down by postcode lotteries in health provision. There’s some urgent appeals on. In this country alone, about 100 children a year will need help to fight the UK’s most deadly childhood cancer.

For all these children, it’s a race against time.

And if spontaneous acts of kindness aren’t your thing, please sponsor me, then you can help these children fight Neuroblastoma, while having a laugh at my athletic incompetence: http://www.bmycharity.com/swim2bestival4FAN

Thanks,

Ben x

Loose Swimmin

So this blog doesn’t stray too far into the territory of outdoor fetish-wear, here’s a bit about swimming that I’ve just worked out.

In seven and a half week’s time (gulp) I’ll have to swim this far – about 4 miles, or 6 km from Gosport to where my son Rocky’s pointing, Ryde, on the Isle of Wight.

yeah, sure, Dad!

The fastest Swim2Bestival was an awe-inspiring 83 minutes last year, the slowest so far, just over 3 hours.
The trail I’ll be blazing on September 8th will probably be the aquatic equivalent of London Marathon’s slowest-ever ‘Brian the Snail’: however long it takes the ocean currents to bring me back to the Isle of Wight.
 
A beginner triathlete – ie: someone rather better at swimming than me – swims 25 yards front crawl in 20 strokes. If I can manage that, it should only take me me a total of 2,816 strokes to reach Ryde, burning a total 1,736 calories – the equivalent of 6 Marathons.
– I am, of course, not referring to the athletic endeavour, but the chocolate bar now better known as Snickers.
Watching TV apparently burns 145 calories per hour. Making my swim the equivalent of just under 11 hours of telly viewing.
– I guess that’s like watching a DVD boxset with all the extras.
I’ve never owned a DVD boxset, but I guess if I’m to attain such a level of fitness, I’d better be off to Blockbusters this afternoon to invest in some.
I wonder if Baywatch Series 1 burns off more than The Wire?
 

Anyway, enough about swimming.  This week will be International Neuroblastoma Week – find out more: http://www.familiesagainstneuroblastoma.org/

So help stop this child-killer claiming more lives & sponsor me now: http://www.bmycharity.com/swim2bestival4FAN .

At least that’ll shut me up for a bit!

Why do I think this is important? Read this: https://fatboyswim.wordpress.com/about/

& feel free to comment below please,

All the Bestival,

Ben x

Which is the most middle class festival?

Apparently, Michael Eavis has been gagging on his homegrown artichokes about how middle class Glastonbury’s become.

Worrying (-my favourite passtime) about how my speedos would fit in with Bestival’s fancy dress theme, I began to wonder which IS the most middle class festival?

In the old days festivals were affairs where you’d be scared to leave your tent in case you ran into people like this:

Nowadays, you’re more likely to be queuing for houmous & flatbread with people like this:

Eavis may have a point, especially as this year to get to Glastonbury you needed an array of fast-broadband computers to rival a stockbroker’s to bag a ticket online, unless you went VIP TeePee.

So WHICH is the most middle class festival?

Probably NOT Glastonbudget in Leicestershire which angrily shouts: “FACT- this year you wont even pay more than 50p for a hot drink! That’s a FACT!” The “World’s Best Tribute Festival. EVER” also boasts the Antarctic Monkeys, Blings of Leon, Oasish, the Fillers & “REAL ACT: Doctor & the Medics.”

And probably not V Festival. Because it’s in Chelmsford. Wear wellies to wade through the ankle-deep discarded fried chicken boxes, fast-food wrappers & ketchup.

So is it the Big Chillax – where you can get the best falafel this side of Tripoli?

The Sussex highbrow hijinks that is Lah-titude – where dodgy dancing will be put to shame by Saddlers Wells performers?

Is it one dreamt up by the smug marketing team of fruit smoothies, where it’s not just the music that’s live, but the yoghurt too?

Or is it indeed Bestival, with Pimms bus & Boden shop?

And if Bestival’s face-painters aren’t beseiged by yummy mummies, how about Breastival- ( www.thebreastfeedingfestival.org.uk ) where you can all lie in a giant breast-shaped circle, or be lectured on The Role of Men in Breastfeeding (- which I thought was looking sheepishly at your shoes?)

Lettuce know what you think, below – also any tips about not drowning on my swim2bestival appreciated! And any tips about how my speedos could fit in with this year’s Bestival’s fancy dress theme of ‘Rock Stars, Pop Stars & Divas’?

Sponsor me : http://www.bmycharity.com/swim2bestival4FAN & I promise more pictures of me in my swimwear!

Love, Ben.