Fiona Campbell claimed the Mario McClarnon cup

A big contingent of Mario's family enjoyed a bright and warm autumn morning to watch the final 400m (440 yards) of the season

Mario graced the Serpentine Swimming Club from the early 1960s for over forty years.  A naturally gifted musician, Mario piped the Christmas Day swimmers onto the board for many decades.  A true gent, a true character, and a true friend to all who had the honour to swim in his company.  Mario Mcclarnon:  1932 - 2007.

Mario's school teacher daughter Anna (who also answers to Maria) presented the cup and told "interesting" family tales.

Mario McClarnon (1932 - 2007). A character who graced the Serpentine across five decades

Mario McClarnon (1932 - 2007).  A character who graced the Serpentine across five decades

Christmas morning 1987, Mario our Peter Pan piper

Pre race chat

A beautiful, sunny and warm Hyde Park autumn morning hosted memories of Mario

A beautiful, sunny and warm Hyde Park  autumn morning hosted memories of Mario

Mike Olizar gets ready to commence the final 400m (440 yards) of the season.

Earlier starters head east to the first turn.

Later starters ready to hunt down the first off

The battle behind first place Fiona

Time to stand and chat, and draw breath

President Rob Ouldcott introduced Anna and family

President Rob Ouldcott introduced Anna and family

Anna was joined by brother Marcel along with Mario's neice Patsy-Ann and her husband Paul Higgins, who were over from Northern Ireland, plus Mario's grandchildren Ryan and Roisin.

First place in the sunshine for Fiona Campbell

First place in the sunshine for Fiona Campbell

Anna McClarnon presented the cup, and an imaginative approach to prizes (read on)

A 2nd place smile from Rosemary Lewis

3rd place for Sarah Legrand

Charlie 4th

Prizegiving explained:

Prizegiving explained:

Anna outlined the "Mario method" of prizegiving - inventive prizes for the first few home; randomly allocated places for a really lucky few who received bottles of wine

The camera did not capture all the random winners, save for one very elated Rob Ouldcott

A deserved hug

A modest man who never sung his own praises

Mario McClarnon was one of those incredible characters that over the years have blessed us by their presence at the Serpentine.  Though doing many amazing and often extrovert things he never bragged or sung his own praises.  Over the years more and more seems to come out about his amazing life.  It really is hard to do him justice, but the stories just keep coming.

Winter 1985, Mario takes a paddle

Born in Northern Ireland (Armagh?) in 1932 Mario was a natural musician, teaching himself a number of instruments.  As a teenager he wished to learn the bagpipes, so where better to go than the local marching band.  Mario duly started to learn the pipes and diligently practised.  It is not certain whether or not he got to go on a fully-fledged march, but this was late 1940s Ulster and it was "that sort" of marching band, i.e. the local Orange Lodge.  When they learnt of his religion, and that (as Alan MItchell puts it) he would lead with the “wrong foot” on the march, he had to leave.  How very, very sad. 

To avoid National Service, Mario volunteered for the army

In order to avoid being called up for National Service Mario joined the Irish army. That may sound a bit counter-intuitive, but there is some sound, early 1950s logic there.  Whilst serving he acted as a batman to an officer who regularly spent his weekends away from the barracks enjoying the delights of Dublin.  Mario would take advantage of the absence by sleeping in the officer's comfy bed rather this his own bunk in the barrack's dormitory.  One weekend the officer returned early to find Mario sound asleep where he should not have been.  The detail is not clear, but it did not end well.

Anna (or is it Maria?) - a member of the elite "24 hour club"

Anna swam in the Serpentine as a little girl, being taught to swim by dad Mario during the school holidays.  She went on to race with us in the late 1990s and early 2000s.  She also trained for a successful Channel crossing, joining the elite "24 HOUR CLUB".

Dover 2002. Post training swim relaxation.

On Monday 2 September 2002, at 8.43 pm Anna set off from Dover for her Channel attempt.  She landed in France 24 hours and 8 minutes later, at 8.51 pm, Tuesday 3 September.  When asked if the swim took so long for reasons such as weather and tides, Anna replied “no, I’m just slow.  It costs a lot to swim the English Channel and I wanted my money’s worth.  What’s more, I was enjoying the view.”

In 2019 Mike Olizar penned the following recolection:

"Mario worked as a signalman at Clapham Junction.  On my way back from work in the 1960s/70s I would often exchange greetings with him in the days when one could open a train carriage window. He'd be pushing weights in or by the Windsor /Hounslow/Reading line signal box. In my mind's eye I see him in shorts and vest doing pull-ups hanging outside the signal box window.  His daughter Anna, though I always knew her as Maria, told me he had on one occasion dropped his weights on the signal box levers blocking all rail traffic. Poor commuters!!

"Depending on shifts Mario would, whatever the weather, early in the morning jog up barefoot from Clapham Junction.  He'd climb over the Lido area fence for a very early dip. This would have been well before 06.00 and before Jock Fee had opened up.  Wet footmarks left behind showed that Mario had been there."

If weights were not available, signalman Mario would improvise.

Barefoot marathon runner

Mario worked in the Clapham Junction signal box, at a time when signals were switched by manual leavers -  heavy, physical work requiring repeated strength all day.  After a shift in the signal box he would run barefoot and bare-chested from Clapham Junction to Hyde Park and back, summer and winter.  In 1981 he ran the first London Marathon, complete with kilt and bagpipes, barefoot and bare-chested, stopping occasionally along the way to pipe the crowd and collect money for charity. An accompanying friend carried two buckets for the many coins tossed in for the good causes, getting heavier and heavier as the 26 miles, and Mario's playing, progressed.  His accomplice said, "by the finish it seemed my arms had grown by two or three inches".

1981, the first London Marathon

Daughter Anna noted that Mario ran from Vauxhall to the start at Blackheath, completed the marathon, then ran back to Vauxhall (all barefoot).

Mario was an ultra-marathon runner "before such things were invented!"

The piper with the long, silver locks

The piper with the long, silver locks

An icebound Serpentine Christmas morning, 1981

For many decades Mario would pipe us onto the board for the Christmas Day race, often ready changed in his swimming trunks.  In 1963 Mario was ready to pipe the swimmers onto the board on the morning of the 100th race.  Unfortunately, the race was cancelled at the last minute due to ice so Mario played a reel whilst members took their quick plunge.

Mario was occassionally mistaken for Jimmy Savile, being an unintended look-alike and more than once was stopped in the street and asked for an autograph.  These were always signed "Mario McClarnon", to the puzzlement (and sometimes indignation) of the autograph hunter!

At the time this was seen as an amusing compliment. Mario died long before Savile's real life was exposed.

Mario playing on his "pitch" outside Selfridges.

Mario was a man of great generosity of spirit often collecting for charity in his kilt playing the bagpipes. A famous story is his arrest outside Selfridges. He had been piping away and ordered by a WPC (in the days that one had WPCs ) to move on. She had come back, found him still playing and arrested him. Hauled before the magistrate's court the beak dismissed the case saying how much he enjoyed listening to Mario when he frequently passed him and that how, in an article in "The Times", he had read that all his busking money collected was not retained by Mario but donated to charity.  The case hit the national press.

Tragically, Mario was knocked down by a teenager on a motor scooter when crossing a road in Victoria.  He survived but spent the last 18 months of his life in Stoke Manderville hospital paralyzed from the neck down.  He died in 2007.

Post presentations, a birthday cake appeared for Robin

Post presentations, a birthday cake appeared for Robin

Note the healthy option that also found its way onto the table, courtesy of Simone Piccoli.

Robin expressed his "surprise" and gratitude ....

Robin expressed his

... but deigned to make a speech

(report compiled by Brian Thomas)