My dad (physicist, used to ‘hate’ me for not wanting to be one too!) rang last evening to ask if Dave and I could do a 30-minute show in Oxford on Friday night for some supper club or other, replacing someone who has become ill. Well, no we couldn’t, not doing acrobatics on our own. We’de be knackered after 15 minutes!! But, include the nails, glass and swords and a bit of audience participation, I suppose we could. And then, the brainwave. This is to be Oxford. Could we get my old mate Colin and his wife Natasha involved? Both were gymnasts, and Colin has done stuff with us in the past?
Yes, they both still keep themselves in trim, and can complement our stuff very well. so it’s fixed. We brave the snow in our truck tomorrow, taking our stuff with us, stay over with my parents, spend time training in our old school gym with Colin and ‘Tash on Thursday evening under the watchful gaze of our former gym teacher Steven (bless him – he got us a training session with Cirque in London and subsequently a touring job…). Steven was apart of a trapeze duo one time, and used to do this sort of stuff, as we do…
(except these days its hand-to-hand and genuinely one arm each!).
This is more Colin’s scene:
…at which he is still far, far better than we are, even though we teach it. Natasha is still brilliantly ‘bendy’ and we can certainly work some stuff out!
We all four benefit from this sort of training:
…the excellent Russian photographer there didn’t entitle that ‘Control’ for nothing. Control of our bodies is the key to our adagio acrobatic routines, and I confess we do start to wonder how much longer we are going to be able to keep that up.
We’de hate to be reduced to spending our days doing this:
…although that particular gentleman spends the time when he is not on the golf course in the weights gym, and so must we. There is just no substitute for this:
(By the way, CrossFit seems to be one of those rare public gyms where must outlets allow men to work out shirtless. Three cheers for that. If you’re out to develop muscles, well let’s see them, we say!)
So off to Oxford through the snow it will be. And back on Saturday to a welcoming meal in our own cottage Cefn Derwen prepared by none other than our new friends Tom and Iestyn. ‘The least we can do for entertaining us so well…’ they said. Can’t wait. No doubt we’ll be getting back together with the wrestling, and hopefully more… a wonderful gay couple, having felt rather suppressed in this rural environment we’ve bought into, and as delighted to ‘find’ us as we are to have found them. All boundaries respected – we’re clearly two separate devoted couples, and not into free ‘love’… well, at least, not the ‘full gay Monty’… but there’s plenty we can share, and fully intend to. They too, like the gig in Oxford, are an unexpected and very welcome ‘Bonus’.
One which subject, bring on the
Bonus Boys for Today
(Now that’s a boy we wouldn’t mind wrestling by the fireside! Nor this next one, for that matter…)
And, very late on Saturday evening, I’m sure there’ll be four boys sharing the love and kissing each other good night. We’re sorry if that offends, but 7% of the human species have a right to see and to do things their way, do they not?
Bye for now, and sleep well, wherever and however.
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