Ho Chi Minh vs Muhammud Ali

•February 10, 2022 • Leave a Comment

We boys have all played that game – ‘which superhero would win in a fight?’ Would Spiderman’s webs be strong enough to tame Superman? Could The Silver Surfer out fly The Torch? Well my all time superheroes are the two gentlemen (literally) of the title. How do they stack up against each other? One -a six foot two, heavyweight champion boxer with lightning speed, against a five foot three, stick thin old man?

Though they never met, Muhammad and Uncle Ho had one power in common – the power of refusal. HCM refused to allow other nations to subjugate his country and people, or to run Vietnam for their own aims. When told by the USA that they would not tolerate the North Vietnamese marching into South Vietnam to reunite the country, Ho Chi Minh replied… “You can kill ten of our men for every one we kill of yours. But even at these odds, you will lose and we will win.”

Muhammad refused to fight in the Vietnam War, resulting in a jail sentence, but he stood by his words explaining… “I ain’t going to fight the Vietnamese – no one there calls me a ‘niggah’ or treats me like a slave. They are my brothers.”

Despite the savage beatings Ali handed out and the fierce war waged by Ho Chi Minh against his foe, they were both pacifists fighting in cause of peace, equality and the right of people to live their own lives their own way.

On my recent trip to Hanoi I visited the Ho Chi Minh’s Mausoleum and Museum. The mausoleum is an imposing piece, where the embalmed body of Uncle Ho is displayed; this despite his wish that it shouldn’t happen. The presence of Ho however, in an inanimate but visible state, was far too important for the solidarity of the newly reunited country for it not to happen.

In the museum I found this glass sculpture depicting one of Ho’s proclamations – difficult to photograph, but clear in its message. I’m sure that if Muhammad had been given the chance, he would have fought alongside Ho and proclaimed the same ambition as this. I agree with it wholeheartedly

All the peoples on earth are equal.

Each people has the right to life, happiness and liberty.

Ho Chi Minh.

So, which superhero wins? Both. The two of them would make mincemeat of anyone wearing a mask or their pants on the outside. They took on the mightiest nation on earth and both won.

Looking Down

•July 15, 2015 • Leave a Comment

Thoughts on a difficult time.

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“You will look down at the floor for fifty minutes of every hour for the next seven days. You will also sleep face down at all times.”

Auschwitz 1942? Guantanamo bay 2010? No; it wasn’t spoken with quite that much frost, but when Staff Nurse Anne Bowers, at the RoyalExeterHospital delivered her terms with a sympathetic smile, it was most definitely non-negotiable.

Lying prone, still wearing my operation theatre stockings, drip tubes and an eye patch, and staring at the ceiling – the last time this would be possible for a week, I heard her unleash her next salvo…

“They have inserted a gas bubble in your eye; you will be unable to fly for roughly 4 – 6 weeks.”

This new snippet swirled slowly through my still muddied brain like a stick through a murky pond, until realisation splashed through… our plane leaves the ground for Ho Chi Minh…

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Hanoi to Saigon with a Minx.

•April 30, 2015 • Leave a Comment

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Leaning against the wall opposite was a motorbike, a ‘For Sale’ sign around its neck – like a slave. With sudden interest, I skipped down to the bar and grabbing a chill glass of lemon, stood in the doorway, all but my toes in the shade, eyeing the motorbike. It had recently arrived; ridden the 1500 miles up from Saigon by an Irishman called Ian;  I had an irresistible urge to turn it around and take it back.

A plan had come out of nowhere. It was a ridiculous idea built on a flimsy foundation; perhaps I was turning into a traveller at last! I was going to spend 300 dollars on an old Russian bike, ride it through Vietnam alone and sell it for the same amount in Saigon before my plane left the runway; hopefully without me chasing after it, the bike parked forlorn and ownerless at ‘Departures’ –…

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Now published on Amazon!

•July 15, 2014 • Leave a Comment

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A special day for me – Two Minute Noodle is now available on Amazon. Visit here for an inside preview and FREE postage.

The Kindle version will be released in a week or two, so keep a look out. In the meantime I hope you enjoy the printed version!

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Damen Hirst’s Verity – Ilfracombe

•November 20, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Damen Hirst's Verity - Ilfracombe

Verity kicks up a storm

 

I finally managed to get over to Ilfracombe this week to see for myself the controversial character now dominating the harbour. It had been a lovely sunny morning, but as we arrived a weather front was creeping in fast.

After examining the ‘lady’ closely – the flayed skin revealing sinew and muscle, the womb cut open showing – ‘a bun in the oven’ amidst the blank stares and dropped jaws, embarassed children and Welsh pensioners making fun – I saw the edge of the clouds pass the statue and cross the sun.

At this point Verity became a bold and fantastic silhouette against a sky that also seemed to be disagreeing – good or bad, light or dark. The shot was there and my mind was made up. Superb.

Lynmouth Oil

•October 13, 2013 • 1 Comment

I heard about the exploits of the ‘Devon 11’ after their first outing in April, and intrigued, went along to their very entertaining post event exhibition at Paul Kenton’s studio.

Steve Pleydell-Pearce, a prolific outdoors painter, or if you’ll excuse my French – ‘plein air’ painter, had gathered together a collection of fellow surfers, painters and scallywags for a weekend of painting with a bit of good food and beer thrown in.

One of the group – Richard Gregory, made this delightful film about the event…

The DEVON 11 from wavedreamer on Vimeo.

I was fortunate enough after the event, to be invited to join in on the next event. There was only one problem. I’d never painted in oils before; and I was overawed by the abilities of the group.

But, after ‘having a word’ with myself many times over the next few months, I found myself awkwardly putting up my new unmarked easel overlooking Lynmouth Harbour, late on a Friday afternoon, amongst the Devon 11, holidaymakers and screeching seagulls.


On the Friday I managed to daub some paint on a canvas, spread it around a bit, get some handy tips from Steve PP and then it was down to the Rising Sun for a pint. But at least I had got started and on Saturday, under a drizzly sky, I managed to get the painting above completed.

I was stoked.

Setting sail

•October 9, 2013 • 1 Comment

Although I’ve worked in the creative sector for more years than I care to remember – I’ve never gathered together my personal work or thoughts. So. It’s time to set sail in a vessel of my very own making.

I’ve snaked my way through life in many different guises, along  murky and exciting avenues. They have all led to here.

Woolacombe Beach Painting

•May 2, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Spent a lovely sunny morning on world class Woolacombe beach, with the Devon 11 Plein Air painters. I joined Steve Pleydell-Pearce, Thom Sharpe and Bob Braunton under the first hot sun of the year, for a couple of hours of painting.

Managed a quick watercolour – unfinished but not totally unhappy with it, and learned a new trick from the master – PP.

Woolacombe

Two Minute Noodle goes digital

•April 22, 2013 • 1 Comment

Much as I love the feel of a printed book; love to handle it, smell the paper, hand something tangible over to some else to read – I can see why people would similarly love their Kindle.

It must be nice to know that you are carrying your whole library with you in one small package. It must be great to read in the dark without a torch strapped to your head. It must be nice to be able to find books to read so easily. I must get one.

So, for the keepers of tablets and defenders of the web – Two Minute Noodle is now available here on Kindle. I hope you enjoy it.

Two Minute Noodle on Kindle

Hanoi to Saigon with a Minx

•January 9, 2013 • Leave a Comment

Leaning against the wall opposite was a motorbike, a ‘For Sale’ sign around its neck – like a slave. With sudden interest, I skipped down to the bar and grabbing a chill glass of lemon, stood in the doorway, all but my toes in the shade, eyeing the motorbike. It had recently arrived; ridden the 1500 miles up from Saigon by an Irishman called Ian;  I had an irresistible urge to turn it around and take it back.

A plan had come out of nowhere. It was a ridiculous idea built on a flimsy foundation; perhaps I was turning into a traveller at last! I was going to spend 300 dollars on an old Russian bike, ride it through Vietnam alone and sell it for the same amount in Saigon before my plane left the runway; hopefully without me chasing after it, the bike parked forlorn and ownerless at ‘Departures’ – crying two-stroke tears.

She was a Minsk 250 – Russian, I called her Minx. The Vietnamese called her ‘crap’, and as I was to find out… she was.

Harry the Swede, looking forlorn, hissed like a pressure cooker. ‘Shhiiiitt!… I want to cancel my Laos flight. I should be doing that; riding across Vietnam on a motorbike – goddamn I envy you!’ Others in the Bi-Bi bar nodded agreement in French and Belgian, and some in sympathy.

‘What an adventure you will have, on your own, travelling the opposite way to everybody else here.’ My stomach turned over and I smiled weakly. I wanted Harry’s plane ticket to Laos very badly at that moment.

A short extract from – Two Minute Noodle – by Howie Cobb, soon to be published

Minx - somewhere on Highway One, Vietnam

Minx – somewhere on Highway One, Vietnam