This Bank Holiday hasn’t half been a busy one for Ruth’s Racy Adventures – I don’t know why I’m talking about myself in the third person as though I am some super important figure in the world of online writing – I’ve had Leeds Festival and The Gold Cup at Oulton park and now I can hardly keep my eyes open.
Friday, Saturday and Sunday saw me in music journalist mode for the website I work as the Music Editor for as I interviewed, reviewed and snuck backstage at Leeds Festival in Brahmam Park. If you weren’t there, you missed a treat – Blink making a comeback. Wow, just wow.
Enough of my bragging about my festival exploits for now though as Bank Holiday Monday saw me heading over to Oulton for the final day of the Gold Cup in sunny Little Budworth.
It was a lovely day and I spent a small part of it helping out on the recruitment tent opposite Chequers Café in the hope of enticing some new recruits into the BMMC with my shiny red hair, bright lipstick and new tattoo… sadly my best smile didn’t hve anyone come up and ask me for information and the only woman I did manage to ask “would you be interested in joining the marshals club” to turned out to have been in the club for as long as she can remember. I tried to act cool and like nothing had happened by making small talk with her, when in actual fact I was dying of shame inside and just wanted to escape.
Luckily I mentioned that I had to go back and help out the guys on Avenue after lunch so my escape was swift and painless and the redness vanished from my face as I wandered back down to Avenue to play Incident Marshal for the rest of the day.
You’ll be happy to hear too that I was with a completely different team to the one I usually marshal with and we managed to get on okay. We didn’t have much drama on post aside from a few spinners and a bloke that drove his Formula For 2000 into the tyre wall – I didn’t even go and help out with that as onl two of the three of us were allowed to go to incidents, so I thought it would be better to leave it to the strong chaps, and my feet were killing too.
Speaking on my new team, it seems my discussion of staying with the same people on post at car meetings has been picked up on, so I am happy to confirm that I got on quite well with my new friends – which is inevitable because I can strike up a conversation with a rag doll – but I never meant it to be insulting on insinuate that I wanted to stay on the same post for the rest of my life, I love moving around and seeing the various points on the track, I guess this will always be a topic that marshals will have to agree to disagree over and there are strengths and weaknesses in both approaches to rotations, car and bike.
Despite that bit of drama, it didn’t take away from meeting the legend that is Sir Stirling Moss, who was out on track racking in – would you believe it – the Sir Sterling Moss Trophy Race… granted he was out there more as a star attraction rather than a competitor, but for an 80 year old who five months ago broke both his legs to be out there in a 1950’s sports car as well as doing demo laps in one of his old F1 cars was just truly humbling.