A bad dress rehearsal means a good opening night

Ciao, buongiorno!

When I played Widow Corney, the mean, fat owner of the orphanage in our year 11 production of ‘Oliver! The Musical,’ it was a small but pivotal role. I was the one Mr Bumble confided in when he devised his plan to sell Oliver for a schilling. Dressed in my fat suit and waddling about on the stage, I really felt like a late 19th century mean, fat owner of an orphanage.

Surprisingly, the dress rehearsal was a disaster. Something to do with with orphans who couldn’t sing and stage furniture that fell apart. But just 48h later, we were ready for the West End! Parents obligingly cheered and video-ed and showered us with praise. No one cared that Bill was a pimply faced 16 year old and not the sweaty, alcoholic murderer portrayed by Oliver Reed in the film.

And so, with 17 sleeps to go til World Championships, I’m not too worried that I rode like a tired, leg-heavy 34yo coming off a 2 week block of 1200km. It was a hard day at the office, and a technical course with 7 corners requiring braking and accelerating out of in each of the 3 laps, a feature that doesn’t correlate well with tired legs. And hey, I had a shocker, came 10th but still won 60 euro (that’s 3 day’s allowance in AIS language!)

The race was won by the Swiss Karin Thurig (dual World TT Champion, and bronze medallist last month in Beijing), 2nd was teammate Vicki Whitelaw 1.30 down, and a whisker later was the Swede Susanne Lungskog, also a dual world Champion but on the road. So Vicki had a cracker day, and I’m saving mine for the 24th.

Crazy bio/medical info we needed to provide.

Crazy bio/medical info we needed to provide.

Here’s a snap of the crazy bio/medical info we needed to provide. In case of medical disaster over a 7km lap? Or so they could announce my favourite song on the start line?

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