Nick Hungerford nicked it at the finish to claim the Mario McClarnon cup

A fine morning for the final 400m race of the year

Fresh from "cold water" training down-under, Nick Hungerford celebrated his return to the world-wide headquarters of the Serpentine Swimming Club by clinching the Mario McClarnon cup.

A big turnout from the McClarnon family saw Mario's daughter present truely wonderful prizes to not just the first few home but also to randomly chosen "worthy-recipients".  A really "Mario inspired" morning -  he probably would have presented the cup to the slowest possible finisher!

There was a massive participation of 67 swimmers taking part in the race.  Fifty with a handicap plus seventeen "eager" (?) to join our Saturday morning community.  Perhaps the numbers were boosted by the 160th annniversary photo shoot at 9 o'clock?   Or maybe they knew it was Robin's birthday and cake would be on offer?  Whatever the reason, it was lovely to see you.

Nick was the morning's victor

Nick was the morning's victor

... and indulged in an interesting silver focussed discussion with Mario McClarnon's daughter Maria (or is it Anna? - she answers to both).

Beautiful cup, beautiful prizes.

Beautiful cup, beautiful prizes.

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

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.  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 and great friend to all that had the honour to swim in his company.  Mario -  1932 - 2007.

Christmas morning 1987. Mario was our Peter Pan piper from the 1960s into the twentieth century.

Mike Olizar wrote the following just before the 2019 race -

"Mario was a good man.

"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 to hand Mario would just make-do with a set of train wheels

Mario ran the first London Marathon in his kilt, and nothing else.

Mario ran the first London Marathon in his kilt, and nothing else.

1981

In 1981 Mario 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".

Daughter Maria noted that Mario ran from Vauxhall to the start at Blackheath, completed the marathon, then ran back to Vauxhall.  Mario was an ultra-marathon runner before such things were invented!

Mario won the 1983 Peter Pan Cup

Mario won the 1983 Peter Pan Cup

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

Though autumn is creeping in, the 18.5c water was still very inviting and the air still warm.

Mike and Thanos organised, Robin directed.

Mike and Thanos organised, Robin directed.

Strategy meeting (photo: Anthony Wood)

Early birds take flight

Early birds take flight

(photo: Anthony Wood)

The middle field moving off

The middle field moving off

(photo: Anthony Wood)

Back markers get going

Back markers get going

.... as the early markers pass the half-way mark. (photo: Anthony Wood)

A late Sami Robertson missed his mark by 40 seconds and so had the "honour" of starting with Katie Irvine (photo: Anthony Wood)

Eyes on the finish

Eyes on the finish

Race over, time to chat.

Race over, time to chat.

(photo: Anthony Wood)

Watching Mum

Watching Mum

There she is

There she is

Time to get out and ready for the presentation and then the photo shoot

Time to get out and ready for the presentation and then the photo shoot

(photo: Anthony Wood)

(photo: Anthony Wood)

Coffee time for a non-racer

Coffee time for a non-racer

Freshly brewed Lavazza (photo: Anthony Wood)

Last week's All clothes Race winner Charlie on her way out as Nichola Saunderson continues to count them in (photo: Anthony Wood)

President Rob spoke of the many tales told about Mario.

President Rob spoke of the many tales told about Mario.

Mario McClarnon did not speak much about himself, preferring to speak to others and enjoy the Serpentine company.

Nick Hungerford was called forward to receive the trophy

Nick Hungerford was called forward to receive the trophy

James Norton second

Stanley third

Victoria fourth

Natasha fifth

In true Mario "non-conformist" style three additional prizes were awarded, totally at random.

In true Mario

Nancy

Chris

Tim

Rob also told of how Anna (or is it Maria?) was a member of the elite "24 Hour Club"

Rob also told of how Anna (or is it Maria?) was a member of the elite

The English Channel in twenty four hours and eight minutes

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".  Anna said that her swim speed owed much to the fact that it was Dad who taught her to swim during summer school holidays in The Serpentine.

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.”

When not working in his signal box, Mario could be found busking in either Oxford Street or Regents Street. All money collected went to charity.

When not working in his signal box, Mario could be found busking in either Oxford Street or Regents Street. All money collected went to charity.

Irishman Mario was often mistaken for a Scot. Perhaps it was the Stuart tartan?

Up before the beak

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.

Mario would often be mistaken for Jimmy Savile, an unintended look-alike and was occasionally 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.

Presentation over, it was time to queue up to pose for the 160th Anniversary photo

Presentation over, it was time to queue up to pose for the 160th Anniversary photo

(photo: Anthony Wood)

Fran (Miss Atlas) Lou. (photo: Anthony Wood)

There was a rumour going round that the massive turnout was down to the prospect of a share of Robin's birthday cake

There was a rumour going round that the massive turnout was down to the prospect of a share of Robin's birthday cake

(photo: Anthony Wood)

The Flowerpot Men? Was it Bill, or was it Ben? Or was it Robin?

Almost there. Just missing a front row.

Almost there.  Just missing a front row.

(Report compiled by Brian Thomas.  Images provided by Brian and the club's archives, unless credited to individuals)