So yeah. The helmets.
There were people swinging from ropes,
people swaying on ten-foot poles, people on roller-skates (who fell
over in every single rehearsal!), soft squishy people all around us
who were going to be seriously injured if we messed up, and
people on frikkin’ fire spinning around a tiny high-up
platform! But no, only the cyclists need helmets because OMFG
BICYCLEZ!
We’re not sure why. We only found out
that we definitely had to wear helmets during the final rehearsal.
Until then, only two of the sixteen of us had felt the need during
practices – unlike the skaters who wore full body armour and
helmets for every rehearsal, but not during the show.
It certainly wasn’t for safety –
the helmets were enormous, didn’t fit, and were wedged on with
extra padding and hair to in an attempt to stop them slipping over
our eyes. And as pointed out above, if it was a safety issue, there
were people whose need was far greater than ours.
Someone said that perhaps it was
because we had to “set an example”. Well, setting aside the
people swinging from ropes and the person setting a cape on fire and
spinning it around, we’re cycling full-tilt into a group of
dancers and assuming they’ll just get out of our way. There
are more pressing issues with the “example” the performance is
setting, if that’s really what’s concerning you.
It certainly wasn’t for artistic
reasons – the overworked, stressed, and generally wonderful costume
department put a lot of effort into making us all look fantastic, and
then at the last minute were told “make these helmets look a bit
more subtle”. ‘Cos yeah, nothing says “ballroom elegance”
like wearing an upturned bucket over one’s eyes. It wasn’t even
the choice of the lovely Laura and Lizzie organising our set – the order came from
On High (aka “Central Casting”) that “cyclists must wear
helmets”, and so helmets had to be worn, even if they didn’t fit
and were unsafe.
The only possible reason for
making the cyclists wear helmets was to prevent media (if the Daily
Mail and its siblings count as such) furore along the
lines of “IRRESPONSIBLE CYCLISTS DON’T WEAR HELMETS AND KILL
KITTENS”. And I can understand the organisers trying to
pre-emptively stamp out negative publicity for the Paralympics, and
appreciate that it’s a difficult job to do.
It’s just a real shame that you
didn’t get to see us in the Dress Rehearsal without our helmets. We
looked fabulous.
Anyway, helmets aside, it’s all been
rather lovely, and a more full (and happy) blog will follow, once
I’ve had some sleep and sorted through my photographs.
Addendum: Someone nicked Tim's helmet whilst it was briefly left unguarded backstage post-performance. The gits! We had planned SCIENCE involving an axe with it, and they have deprived us of one of our experiments.
Addendum: Someone nicked Tim's helmet whilst it was briefly left unguarded backstage post-performance. The gits! We had planned SCIENCE involving an axe with it, and they have deprived us of one of our experiments.
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