Weekly Wrap up, Week 35.

Carfest, My new BFF Rev Coles, Sir Chris Hoy and migraines.

I was delighted to be invited back this year to be a (very, very small) part of Carfest once again and arrived in my camper van shortly after lunchtime on Friday, as the festival was already in full swing. I had opted for the exhibitors’ camp site on the assumption that as it was for those working at and performing in, it might be quieter at night. 

I was terribly pleased with myself to locate a really good spot, squeezed in amongst tents, motorhomes and every variation of, up front and close to the entrance gate. Clever me - right by the security hut and front of field near the gates, vastly reducing my commute. Hadn’t noticed the humming generators and how often the blooooeeep of the security radios sounded but no-one has everything. 


I set up and set off, meeting a friend or 2 and finding the lie of the land. However by mid afternoon, a "lurking in the background" headache was reaching a crescendo and I staggered back to my van around 5pm in the full throes of what I assume was a migraine. I couldn’t even face getting changed, and just crawled, fully clothed under my duvet, hearing the occasional strains of Travis and The Boomtown Rats as the night progressed and I was only too aware of how much I was missing. Sadly not humming generators and lots of bloooooeeeeps. 


I slept on and off and didn’t surface until midday the following day… by which time it was apparent that my clever parking choice was anything but. 


By 7.45am on Saturday, the queues were starting to form for the entrance gate. Right in front of my van. 7.45am? The gates don’t open until 9. What is WRONG with people? 

The excitable chatter and laughter of hundreds and hundreds of queuing people grew, no doubt with eager anticipation of things to do and places to be. Had I been firing on all cylinders, with things to do and places to be, I too would no doubt have been joining that ever growing queue with chatter of my own but as it was, I was holding my head in my hands, hidden under the duvet and wondering if it could get any worse. 

 Yes, it could….as The Rock choir joined somewhere along the line and decided to rehearse at full volume…over and over…and over… if I ever again hear “Sweet child of mine” in 4 part harmony I may kill those responsible. But then… Oh but then, a brass band. A BRASS BAND? WHO BOOOKED A BLOODY BRASS BAND? Did they rehearse and lead the waiting masses into song? YES, OF COURSE THEY DID. 


I was sort of a bit in tears and a bit laughing hysterically at the madness of it as I was hiding, with a pillow pulled around my head, feet away from “When the Saints go marching in” in full Oompah Oompah splendour.

I was due to meet a friend and I tried to cancel to spare her, but she very kindly advised that she was on her way, bringing Migraleve, tea and sympathy and would look after me which she duly did and the day was somewhat salvaged. I was so grateful to see her as I wobbled over, I nearly cried and just sort of hung off her a bit, very grateful for the support.

I always feel the name Carfest is somewhat misleading as the event has grown in so many ways. For my part, it sometimes feels like a parallel universe. One moment we are listening to Sir Bob Geldof sitting on the hay bales with Lee Mack and Rob Brydon, telling us back stage gossip from Live Aid (and a story of how as a teenager, he snatched a coffee cup out of Mick Jagger’s hand, and still has that cup to this day - when he told Sir Mick over breakfast some 40 years later, Mick asked if he would like the bacon and eggs to go with it), and the next minute I am having a chat with Mr Motivator who is still as fit and strong as ever. I shook hands with one of the guys from SAS Who dares wins (who was clearly staying in character no matter what - maybe that is his character…. ) and listened to a wonderful interview with author Cecila Aherne and the fabulous Ryan Turbridy. 


One of the perks of being involved (in my own, very, very minuscule way) is being given a pass into The Green Room which sits by the Author’s stage and Starfest.  A spacious fenced off area with complimentary tea and coffee, lunchtime sandwiches and more importantly, comfy chairs and clean toilets. There was I, sitting with a cup of tea and a cheese and pickle triangle when the Rev. Richard Coles sat down with me and started chatting. He thought he knew me and when I didn’t respond in a “yes I know you” appropriate manner, was sweet enough to introduce himself, clearly thinking that, with my mouth full of sandwich and my humble “Juliet’s Pilates” T shirt, I had forgotten him. “Yes, I know exactly who you are” I replied, “but I don’t think I am who you think!”

Anyway, gentleman that he is, he joined me for a cuppa and we had a lovely chat for a good 45 mins or so. He told me all about the passion for “cosy crime” lit. and we were able to chat at length as I agreed how my daughters and I have loved tv like Death in Paradise and so forth as we do like a nice friendly murder but apparantly this is now less popular (surely not?) and how he was looking at writing a ghost story. 

Ghost stories you say? Well! You can imagine my delight - I was only too eager to furnish him with all the details of my upcoming members” ghost hunting event and I am sure he would have loved to know more except his “person” came to collect him and pop him into a golf buggy and whisk him the 15 yards around the back to the author’s stage. 

Serendipity - I hadn’t intended listening to his talk as it clashed with something else but having enjoyed our chat so much, I walked (leisurely and on my own 2 feet) the 15 yards to the stage. I managed to wriggle my way to almost the front and felt sure he would be delighted to see me there, should he need some eye contact from time to time.


I am so pleased I did. His talk was superb - hilarious, entertaining, charming… and with lots of gossip. He took us from his sex and drugs and rocknroll days of being in the Communards (he and Jimmy Sommerville live reasonably close to each other and are still in touch) through his calling to the church and on to greater celebrity status. Of Strictly, he was telling us all about the fake tan addiction and a wonderful story - the Arch Deacon of Harrogate (I think?!) Summoned him for an informal chat over a couple of matters. While sitting outside a coffee shop having a natter together, they noticed a very tanned young lady walk past. “Looks like she has just got back from somewhere lovely” commented the Arch Deacon to be corrected by The Rev - “No, No, Arch Deacon. I think you will find that is Venetian Double dark!”.


We were treated to lots of behind the scenes gossip on I’m a celebrity and how they are smuggled into camp, what it is really like living in front of 80 cameras, with hidden mics capturing every single word 24 hours and day and so on. One thing that interested Richard in particular was the role of the Continuity manager. He was fascinated and wanted to know more - the fact is that this is a juggernaut of a show that has to go out live every day and nothing can stop that from happening. “So” he asked… “What would be the greatest continuity challenge?” To which he was told that was strictly confidential. “Oh go on” he encouraged, “do tell”…. “Well” she replied,” you are a vicar so I guess I can trust you but this mustn’t go ANY further”… so the biggest risk? Is…wait for this… That one camp mate kills another!! 

Fortunately Richard asked the question we all wanted to - “So have you ever considered that to be a real risk?” To which the answer was “3 words. Lady Colin Campbell”. 


He wrapped up with stories of the current filming of his book headed onto our screens very soon and the fact that he chose for the vicar to have 2 daschunds. As Exec. Producer, he is on set and fully involved. He delighted in telling us of how totally chaotic and wilful these dogs have been in filming to the extent that the producer, on one particularly exasperating day said “Why, o WHY did you have to have EFFIN Daschunds? Why couldn’t you have Labradors like normal vicars?”.


He was followed by a speaker no migraine would have kept me from. I have always  loved sporting autobiographies, fascinated by the behind the scenes life and what it really takes. This one however, was a bit different. Having of course, admired him for decades, I have only now had the chance to read more about  Sir Chris Hoy in his recent book.

 I remember out walking the dogs a year or so ago, early in the morning listening to him being interviewed by Chris Evans on his breakfast show and being blown away by his courage and how he was using his devastating diagnosis to help tens of thousands, if not more by raising awareness of Prostate cancer that sadly for him, was diagnosed only after it had spread and become incurable.

The crowd waiting for him was the biggest I have ever seen there - bigger even than for Tim Peake a couple of years ago and the roar from the audience as he walked on stage made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. 


I didn’t know what I expected, ( I had tissues at the ready) but what we got was humour, uplifting stories, Olympic tales and gossip, and a really positive experience. Several people stood up to share stories of either themselves or knowing someone who had been diagnosed early because of how much awareness he had brought to Prostate cancer checking and how easy it is to look up online. 

All this was presented with a positive spin - with dignity, humility and care and I felt privileged to have been able to see him. It goes to show that it is not just staggering physical strength and amazing cardio vascular fitness that makes you a world class athlete. It is a an indestructible self belief and a mental courage that takes you past those not as emotionally capable. 


One fascinating fact he shared - did you know that Sir Chris Hoy (6 Olympic Golds) shares his birthday with Sir Steve Redgrave (5 Olympic Golds), Sir Mo Farah (4 Olympic Golds) and Sir Jason Kenny (a whopping 7 Olympic Golds) so if you were born on March 23rd, you may well be destined for great things! 

Having missed two nights of music and shenanigans, I was determined to last long enough to see Madness close the show. They featured in the backdrop of my teenage years and “It must be Love” is my all time favourite song, ever - in fact, if I go before you, please make sure it is played at my funeral. That and “I wanna go out Dancing” by Kylie! 


They didn’t disappoint and there was much nostalgia from us old people in the crowd singing along but there is (dare I say?) something a bit odd about men in their 60’s and beyond singing about baggy trousers, school days and driving in their car but they are Madness. They were superb (as were Lightning Seeds and Squeeze!). 


I met lovely people who came over to The Studio in Spa fest where us fitness and wellness people were doing our thing and it is lovely to catch up with fellow teachers from previous years. 


I believe there was some car racing or something. Can’t tell you much about that to be honest. 


Obviously parking right at the front of the park on the way in means you are right at the back for going home time behind thousands and thousands and thousands of cars weaving their way out onto little back country roads. Not to worry - caught up on The Archers and the Archers podcast on BBC sounds! From Madness to Ambridge. 


And next year, it all moves to Silverstone. Not quite as convenient but we will see. 

I think I was still riding high as we headed to what was possibly our last Teach on the Beach of 2025 on Bank Holiday Monday and what a wrap!

We had 18 mats on the beach, a fantastically busy online turnout, a NF pony that went full submersion and had a lovely and very long swim and the geese once again doing their interval training overhead, in preparation for their upcoming mammoth endurance event while the sun shone down. 


Unfortunately, whatever my headache started as has progressed so apologies for lying low on the teaching front but I gather something unpleasant is doing the rounds and 3 of you have messaged to say you are laid out too - fingers crossed it passes swiftly.  


I won't be down for long...

We hit the ground hard on MONDAY SEPTEMBER 8TH. 

I have lots of plans for the Autumn. I am bringing a “Beginner’s guide to lifting weights” week of extra classes, recording new class content for the All level’s Pilates collection, more bite sized classes for the Snack bar not to mention our Isle of Wight day out and our exclusive Members’ New Forest Ghost tour (more details to follow). 


DONT FORGET! Wednesday 10th September Teatime Talk. If you don't make this one, do you even really DO Pilates?!


Lastly and by no means least, I am always DELIGHTED to welcome new members. Having been to visit our fellow members in Kefalonia, London, the Isle of Wight, Bath, and the French Dordogne region, you can only begin to imagine my excitement as our latest member joins us from the Italian Alps….

(Pssst.. we need to sort Spain too?!)


More of all that next week but for now, I am signing off and wish you a happy last few days of the Summer - looking at the sky, we may finally be spared dragging buckets of water from kitchen tap to wilting flower beds. 


Until next week,

Jx


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