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Interview with Johnny Blaze


Johnny Blaze says: Around here in the dappled grove that is Kenilworth, "Family Naans" are currently the foodie's Naan of the Month. As they are as big as a dustbin lid, they could double up as chapeaux in inclement race conditions. Or possibly emergency diapers. Make me your partner Lrdshuggar and my nandiapers will make you a rich man, thank you for making me part of this process.
If you think about it, you'll see I'm right. Accept the word of One Who Knows...

Johnny Blaze says: Pre race i generally have half a pork pie because i am an athlete, innit. During, it has to be Jellybabies and an occasional sip of Brand name sports drink. Post race i will suck the suds out of a barmaid's apron, quite frankly. So, I'll have a pint of Stella and a packet of McCoy's cheese and onion please.


Johnny Blaze says: When you're as ancient as me, you've heard em all. I like to have a laugh, innit. I do think Chiefy is more of a natural comic than I. He is the Tony Hancock to my nob-joke obsessed John Inman.
Insert joke about keeping conkers in pants here ---->
See what I mean? I just can't help myself.

Johnny Blaze says: I observe at this point that no-one has yet asked me for the secret of my running awesomeness...
Anyway, as you know i am something of a fashion icon, and can frequently be seen promenading down the Warwick Road in little more than a lilac shirt open to the waist, white jeans and a manbag hoicked over my shoulder at a stylish angle. Essentially, i am a mash-up of ageing boulevardier Maurice Chevalier and Bez from Happy Mondays, so I am perfectly qualified to answer this question.
Brown shoes are always a good fashion choice. I have several pairs. Srsly.

mmma question???
OK If you don't pay your exorcist, do you get repossessed?
Johnny Blaze says: Well, y'know, even Nigel Farrago gets a few votes every now and then, but point well made. I have no idea. It can't be because of my long list of running trophies, because i have none. My times are fairly quotidian as well. Perhaps it's my witty interventions each year in the Eurovision/X Factor threads. Well, they make me snigger, anyway. Wagner for the win! Possibly it's because I've been around here for a while and it's a long service award - like the award they give old Hollywood film stars who aren't very good but deserve a gong "just for being around so long". Well, a win's a win!

Johnny Blaze says: As one of the most renowned flaneurs of our age, I was strolling along Bournemouth seafront t'other day, with my usual air of insouciance, and i observed that most of the gentlemen "of a certain age" wore white jeans, and carried themselves with a certain soigne elegance. I could be them. I could be a contender. But Gap have banned me from their website because of inappropriate boasts about my "size". I diskard them. Srsly, though, i do think i could carry off the white jeans look. Accessorised with deck shoes and a yellow vest to show off the guns. I feel certain i would be the talk of the salons of the Kenilworth Massive.
Still no questions about the running...

Can you tell us the most mundane and the least mundane things that have ever happened to you?
You do know you look just like your profile pic, right?
Johnny Blaze says: Least mundane? I saw Rolf Harris getting out of a taxi once.
Most mundane? That would have to be the time i spilt a Malteser into the footwell of my car.
I found it 3 days later.
And yes, dear reader, i et it.

Johnny Blaze says: Running! Fanks be to Gawd!
Well, i was proper crook last year and no mistake, Mary Poppins. It wasn't like it was me ticker or me bellows, but I couldn't walk and to all intents and purposes I was fit for Lasagne ready meals. Basically i contracted septicaemia, and that had given me 40 degree temperatures, which is, ahem, pretty high. Then i also had multiple internal abscesses in my groin, which meant i couldn't walk - my dears, I had to be wheeled to the toilet every day to do my numbers! Which was also accompanied by cholestatic hepatitis, when i reacted to the antibiotics. And there was the suspected endocarditis at one stage, which put the wind up me and no mistake. So i was in a bit of a state and it was only the thought that I didn't want to die because i wasn't ready yet, thanks very much if it's all the same to you, that kept me going. Plus Vimto, courtesy of USB of this parish. And the lovely messages from many many Fetchies when i was whinging in my blog that i was karking out. Being so ill also made me realise that when it works well, as it did in my case, the NHS is a wonderful thing and greatly to be treasured. Even though the mingy beggars would only give me one Weetabix every morning when i was in hospital.
Now, almost a year later, and I am running again and I am still slower than Slow Jock McSlow of Slowtown. But... (Puts on serious "message" face) running helps me feel alive, and that, hey, I'm not dead yet.
Do you remember that bit at the end of "Papillon" where, after many failed attempts at escape, Steve McQueen makes a raft out of old coconuts and netting and hurls it into the sea and chucks himself onto it, at the mercy of the sea and the wind and the waves and basically shouts, "you haven't stopped me yet, you b*ggers!"
Well, running makes me feel like that. I recommend it.

Johnny Blaze says: Oh, and part b) to previous question... Ipod runners in races should be herded into sports stadiums and beaten with sticks on the soles of their feet. That'll learn em.
The dog tries his best but he runs in old Polo shirts and flannel shorts - Like David Cameron! Boom!
Keepin' it real, right there. Freedom for Tooting, btw.
The dog is a Parkrun specialist. He generally stops halfway round to take a dump by the tennis courts. His PB suffers greatly as a result.

Johnny Blaze says: Running legend General Sir Michael Curry of Stratford upon Avon, aka Mick of Mick and Phil repute.
The man is awesome, and drop dead gorgeous to boot.
He let me watch him vaz up in the car park before the Abingdon marathon once, y'know.

Johnny Blaze says: That actually happened!
Perhaps i just walk round with "Vic" (meaning victim) tattooed figuratively on my forehead or summat.
It happened to me in That London and by turns i was mortified, outraged, amused and then ever so slightly aroused.
Oops i just said that aloud, didn't I?

Johnny Blaze says: Aha - i remember letting Mrs S share my sea salt and cracked pepper crisps after the Eddie marathon!
Really though, there is only one crisp for me - Seabrook's cheese and onion - the epitome of flavoursome crispy gorgeousness.
But at a pinch I would snatch a packet of Pom Bears from a squalling infant's hands. Because I'm bigger than them and I can, obv.

Johnny Blaze says: What a good question. As i have got more miles in my legs the reasons have multiplied rather than diminish.
To keep fit.
Because I can.
Because I'm not dead yet.
Because a run on a sunny day helps your soul bloom even if you have had a crappy week in every other regard.
Because a completed run in rubbish weather still feels like an achievement in itself.
Because it helps me keep a high-ass bootie.
Whatever that is. Mostly this last one, I reckon.

Johnny Blaze says: *looks longingly at huge picture of Wagner above the mantelpiece*
There's only ever been one for me, Tiggs.
Lawks, if Mrs B could see some of the frontier gibberish i post on Fetch, she would beat me like a 3 dollar mule. I see my award of MOTM as a reward for BS pedlars everywhere. Bullshitters of the world! This one's for you! *sobs* *distraught award recipient JB is led off stage by Hugh Jackman and Ann Hathaway*

Johnny Blaze says: I am fairly chavvy so like nothing better than a pint of Stella with the fragrant Mrs B of an evening. Doom Bar ale is also very palatable, as is the odd pint of Marston's Pedigree.
*observes number of questions so far about alcohol*

Johnny Blaze says: I believe this is a question that vexed Aristotle. I wouldn't think much of my chances against a horse-sized duck, whereas i could probably kick the bejaysus out of a dozen duck-sized horses.
Well, this is of course theoretical and worthy of further study.
Frankly i don't see why they spend kazillions on questions like confirming there's a Higgs boson when questions like this remain unanswered,

Johnny Blaze says: Thanks, but I'm actually an 89 year old Korean woman...

Johnny Blaze says: Well, I am quite frequently a miserable bugger, but after ploughing a Trough of Despond for a few hours I just can't keep it up and like to crack a joke or two. Humour is like muscle, tis true. Use it or lose it. Poor Mrs B gets the brunt, unfortunately. You must pray for her.

Johnny Blaze says: TBH i always run commando. I couldn't run any other way. If you hadn't lent me those shorts i would have been either bottomless - which would probably have had Morningside ladies pointing and screaming "Jings!" - or possibly "Crivens! Yon laddiie's no wearin' undercrackers!" - or I would have had to run in my jeans. Which would have been proper horrible. That was a hot one, I seem to recall, and a Jack Bauer Power Dump at mile 15 did quite enough by itself to mess up my PB chances.

Johnny Blaze says: You've lost me on this one, but thanks anyway!

Johnny Blaze says: Hmm... Now that's a testing question, and I can't say I ever thought about it much since I originally did my hour. Part of me would like to get up there and just have a good old rant or protest at the massive nobbers down the road at Westminster. But that would make me appear a bit mad. In hindsight I'd probably do the same stuff again, which is a bit boring, but I'm nothing if not predictable.



Johnny Blaze says: Blimey, that's a serious running question.
*blinks uncomprehendingly*
Well, here's the thing. I really like treadmill running. And on the treadmill I particularly liked intervals, as you can regulate your speed and distance precisely. And I'm fairly certain that escalating interval sessions on the treadmill gained me my sub 4 time at London. So I'd say that. Precise interval sessions on a treadmill. The other thing being that intervals give you a monster workout in a short time period if you have a busy schedule, which is another reason I like them.

Legless recently said he was going to "sort himself out". Is this the sort of thing that should be declared in a fetch blog?
Johnny Blaze says: I think any and all bodily functions should be announced to the world in Fetch blogs.
*parps*
*pads off to the lavvy to release a chocolate hostage*

Johnny Blaze says: Good question! I would probably have grilled sardines for a starter. Very healthy and good for the heart. Main course would probably be the pizza al salmone i had in That Italy once, which was epic. And profiteroles and cream for pudding i don't really go for ponced up food, and that would be a good nosebag for me.

But what would you cook for a Come Dine With Me dinner, and who would be your ideal/nightmare guests?
Johnny Blaze says: I think it would be Piedmontese peppers for starters, then smoked salmon and pasta in a creamy sauce with chocolate ice cream to finish. Guest of honour would be Bruce Springsteen, obv. I would give him two scoops of ice cream. Kelly Brook would be there as would the lady off countdown. And my good friend American Matt, who would keep the conv going.


Johnny Blaze says: Karl Lagerfeld called me. Dear Karl! His spring collection was to be an undercracker special and he wanted me to represent the middle aged man in need of additional support. I could never refuse Karl - the man is a genius, my dear!