Monday, 7 April 2014

Review - Rockin LEGS n' ABS with Cleo The Hurricane

Three days ago I decided I should actually ‘do’ the Rockin Legs n’ Abs with Cleo The Hurricane DVD if I wanted to review it properly. 
DVD cover
Three days ago I had no muscular aches, tenderness, or soreness whatsoever. Three days ago I could not distinguish between my hamstring muscles, my adductors, or my glutes. Three days ago I was a normal, reasonably healthy, though not as fit as I used to be (through injury), pole dancing blogger.

Today, three days AFTER doing Cleo The Hurricane’s Rockin Legs n’ Abs DVD, I’m reminded of my own mortality with every bend, twist, turn, step, squat, or sneeze. I’m reminded how good it is to be alive. I’m reminded that I have muscles for a reason. And I am reminded I should use them more, push them harder, and the ache I’m feeling now really does hurt so damn good. 
Cleo left me destroyed, for a while, in a good way
Rockin Legs n’ Abs with Cleo The Hurricane is a one hour fitness DVD broken on to nine chapters. Each chapter addresses specific muscle groups or activities:
Chapter 1 – Warm-up, Chapter 2 – Rockin’ Legs, Chapter 3 – Abs of Steel, Chapter 4 - Bangin’ Buns, Chapter 5 – Kick Ass Quads, Chapter 6 – Lunges and High Kicks, Chapter 7 – Advanced Leg Holds, Chapter 8 – Maximum Flexibility - Middle Splits, and Chapter 9 – Maximum Flexibility – Front Splits.

It’s not a necessity to do the full one hour program, as I did for the review, to obtain benefit. Cleo suggests selecting the warm up chapter plus four chapters per session, then doing them four times per week. I agree the benefits will be incredible in doing just that and as your strength, flexibility, or time available allows, you can do more.

Now the DVD itself is free from distraction, high quality, and thoughtful in its use of multi angle coverage. It’s easy to see how the moves and sequences should be done even if it is challenging to do them when you’re as out of shape as I am. There is minimal and basic instruction on positioning, angling, or corrections, it’s pretty much follow what Cleo does and listen when she speaks. Common sense prevails as always – work at your own pace, push to your limit, if it hurts pull back or stop.

I will confess I cannot get my feet up near my ears as the women on the DVD could, but I got them as high as I was able and held them as long as I could, as instructed. I struggled with the fan kick in the Lunges and High Kicks sequences, I just couldn’t co-ordinate them so I repeated the side kick. I know with time I’ll have the fitness, co-ordination, and skill to be able to do them as the DVD ladies do.

There is no shame in using the remote control to repeat, pause, or see how much longer you have to go. Likewise having a neighbour, loved one, or ambulance on speed dial… just in case.

Oh, it needs to be said this is not a pole dancing DVD or pole fitness DVD. You don’t need a pole at all in fact, you don’t wear heels, and there is no dance moves to learn. There is a section where a chair is used for balance, but if you do have a pole accessible you can use that. 
The ladies using chairs... and giving you a shot of flexibility to aim for
Rockin Legs n’ Abs is a fitness DVD focusing on strength and flexibility. Cleo’s background includes ballet, fitness training, pole dancing, teaching, winning championships, and being awesome. She is one of my Australian pole crushes and I will admit her DVD kicked my arse and gave me the motivational wakeup call I needed to get on with it.  

Yes, I will definitely be doing Rockin LEGS n' ABS with Cleo The Hurricane DVD again and I’m looking forward to her new DVD to see her progression as a fitness educator and producer of quality fitness DVD’s.

Click on the following link to purchase your own copy of Cleo's DVD: Pole Fitness World

Monday, 31 March 2014

Blog Hop, March - A Reveal

The theme of this months PDBA blog hop gives the poling blogger two options to explore. We could either interview someone within our pole world or write a personal revelation that our audience may not know.

I still consider myself too much of a 'newbie' within the pole world to chase after an interview. My own knowledge base isn't sufficient to ask questions and explore issues with some degree of insight or intelligence. After reading some fellow PDBA member's blog hop's I have decided to take the plunge and write a reveal about myself.

I do agree with some of my colleagues that to reveal something unknown is to show our reader more of ourselves than perhaps we are comfortable with. We position ourselves in a place where we may be rejected, may lose a reader, or be criticized. It's quite a leap of faith and trust on both sides and a hope of acceptance.

Most bloggers who write a personal blog, like mine, are often decried as over-sharers, and I have no problem with that. If I didn't want you to know I wouldn't tell you, and I sincerely believe you're savvy enough a reader that if you weren't interested you wouldn't waste your time reading it.

With regard to over sharing you better believe there is so much more to me that I haven't revealed: because I don't want to, don't need to, or just don't consider it anyone's business - in the nicest possible and inoffensive way of course.

I have previously written a blog post titled About Me in my other blog Embracing Cliche. Clicking on the title will link you to these specific sites. Most of the information is still relevant even though it's almost one year old.

I am kind of nervous in writing this reveal. Not nervous about being judged, I honestly believe what you think and what your opinions may be are absolutely no business of mine. They belong to you and are yours and yours alone.

I'm nervous because it isn't something too widely known. It is personal. It is sort of intimate. I will confess that I don't necessarily blurt it out because I am more than just this one facet of my life.

So, what is my reveal?

I write short stories, erotic fiction short stories, short stories about sex, sex scenes in explicit detail.

How was that for you? Had you already guessed? Did you anticipate something more salacious? Do you feel let down? I hope not. I hope you just go "Oh, okay" and be okay with it. It's just something that I enjoy, stretches my brain in a creative direction, and gives me great satisfaction with regards to how it is received.
My erotic fiction writing is not debauched, not violent, not debased. Not that there is anything wrong with that, if that's your kind of thing. No, my erotic fiction is gentle, consensual, explicit, heterosexual sex scenes pretty much. The scenarios I favour tend more towards the older woman, younger man, of course. I see my erotic fiction writing as an extension of my own fantasies in which the characters and scenes I explore in my head end up taking on their own personalities and guide me through what they would like to do in their own story.

Because I only write short scenes as it were, the stories are limited in what is involved. I keep the descriptive features of the characters to a minimum so the reader can immerse themselves into that role and take on the scenario they're reading, to truly enjoy the scene. However the scene's and sexual interactions are very explicit and detailed.

The feedback I've received right from even before I started publishing these stories has been overwhelmingly positive. University lecturers, published authors, other wanna be writer's like me, all gave me encouragement and support to write and to publish, to just get it out in the public domain.

Readers have had me in tears with the feedback they've given me. Women who have been sexually damaged have taken time out to let me know for the first time in a long time they've felt arousal, or stimulation, and motivation to contemplate fantasising about sex themselves again. That in itself has been the best reward.

So there you have it, March's Blog Hop - My reveal. I pole, I blog, and occasionally I'll even write a pretty decent sex scene.

Wednesday, 19 March 2014

Burlesque - First time ever

I have finally taken the plunge and started Burlesque dancing lessons.

Burlesque is something I have been skirting around for a few years now. Stalking websites, blogs, Facebook pages, to find out more of what is on offer where I live. Of course there's bugger all on offer where I live, nothing new there, but life circumstances i.e. kids older and more able to fend for themselves, I can opt out for an evening alone and know they won't die without me.

So I have signed up for a six week course titled "Easy, Breezy, Beautiful Burlesque" and it's appropriate for beginners, which is definitely what they're getting with me.

I drive an hour to get to the venue, yes I'm nothing if not committed, and then last night I spent twenty five minutes, yep TWENTY FIVE, driving around looking for a place to park. Inner city parking sucks the big one of an evening. Eventually I found a Pay car park and basically went "Fuck it!" it was $8 and I'd probably spent that already driving around wasting fuel. I found a spot and will admit I sat in the car and had a bit of a weep. I was frustrated and very late, and annoyed, and nervous, and honestly ready to just drive back home.

I grabbed my bag and quickly walked the dark scary street to the back door of the venue and rang the phone number on it to be let in. I forgot to get my instructors direct number so rang the numbers pasted to the door in a random order. A nice lady from the group doing lyra let me in.

The gorgeous instructor, Eva Vivacia, took one look at me and just hugged me. So I'm guessing I must've looked like frazzled shit, but I was there and there was no running away now - they'd all spotted me.

There were eight of us I think, I believe I'm once again the oldest but I'm used to that now and really am okay with it.

The first thing that struck me about the other ladies was a) they all wore black heels, and b) they all dressed up and wore make up and looked great. Some had on work out shorts but under them wore seamed stockings, our instructor wore stay ups, I think I may have been the only bare legged one there. Some ladies wore skirts, most were pulling off the vintage chic thing. I had on cropped pants, oh and I was in sandals. I wasn't sure initially if I could move in my low heels well enough.

Eva quickly ran through the chorey and I caught on quick. The song I'd already been listening to in the car so was familiar with the wording Eva would refer to as movement cues.

 Quickly the class moved on with additional chorey and run throughs. I was felling quite confident by the second run that I pulled out my shoes. So the shoe visual kinda went black, black, black, black, black, black, black... RED!
Shoes - Red, low heel, playing it safe
There was a lot of hip swinging, chest thrusting, sexual innuendo and suggestiveness. Very different to the type of pole dancing I do and that's not a bad thing, that's why I'm doing this. I want to bring that suggestiveness into my own style of pole dancing. I love sexy pole dance, I enjoy it, I'm very comfortable with it, but I feel I need to bring in more and that solution for me is through Burlesque.

The lesson was over too quickly, then I realised I had missed half of it driving around looking for a park. Today I find I've already forgotten half of the chorey, but it'll come back quick with a few run throughs next week. Might even record myself as a memory jog.

There was talk of a strappy gown to be worn at performance, and someone mentioned pasties *gulp*
It was just a snippet and I didn't catch it all, so I'm not sure what that all means. I'll keep you updated on that one as the weeks go by. Burlesque dancing is one thing, stripping and then stripping down to pasties... oh my - way, way, way out of my comfort zone and not sure I'm ready to go there. No point getting all concerned until I get the full story and I will definitely let you know.

So here is a pic of me "Baby Burlesque'er" doing the basic burlesque pose - The Burlesque Stand To Attention: one hip out, boobs out, one knee bent, one hand grabs your butt and the other your waist. It hurts your hip after a while, so that's a new flexibility and strength action to add to the repertoire of being bendy and strong. I'm still new at all this so in a years time who knows what the hell that pic will look like with more practice and more experience?
The Burlesque "Stand to Attention" pose
And just for a bit of a jolly between you and me, I thought you might like to see some selfie fail pics.
I really, really, really don't know how the young 'uns do it you know, They always seem so put together and working it. Not me, it's a challenge at the best of times!

Selfie fails... will I ever win at this evil activity?

Monday, 17 March 2014

Pole and Aerial All Stars 2014

Pole and Aerial All Stars 2014 is the very FIRST pole competition I have ever witnessed in real life. Real life as in bum on the seat watching with my own two eyes, hearing and feeling the loud music pulse over me, hearing the occasional grunt from a performer, the Emcee's funnies, and applauding so hard I though my palms would bruise.

The comp had been on my radar for a few months, my physio actually mentioned there was a new competition being held in Melbourne to try to get the best of the best together to compete, this conversation was well before the end of 2013. So I kept my eyes open on social media sites and before long information slowly started trickling out through the event's Facebook page.

I booked the venue immediately and was stoked at where my seats were. Fortunately with my birthday being a week after the competition I could justify it as a birthday gift from the family, not that I ever needed to justify anything I do. But it was as good an excuse as any.

The plane fare from Brisbane to Melbourne was the killer. I had procrastinated and left it too late to get the cheaper flights, but managed to score some not too steep ones the week before flying out.
It's all about making sure you have the right bag for the occasion :)
Arriving Friday evening a quick recon from the hotel, which was in the heart of Melbourne city, to the Forum theatre and I knew exactly where I'd be going the following Saturday night. 

The Forum, Melbourne

A few hours wandering the streets of Melbourne, listening to the sounds coming from the little laneways, pubs, bars, taverns and restaurants. I just delighted in the atmosphere of it all. It was noisy but relaxed and I really liked that.

The laneways are alive with food and noise
The hotel I was staying in was in the middle of a refurbishment, even that was kinda cool too.
One of the winding hallways mid refurb
I was put in a 'wing' that had already been done up. I'm a woman of basic needs, it was clean, it was tidy, and it had a super clean bathroom, so I was thrilled.
Neat, clean & tidy... perfect
Saturday was spent exploring Melbourne CBD. Kilometre upon kilometre, upon kilometre was walked. I was the quintessential tourist, rubber necking, taking random pics of random things, inundating my Facebook friends with images that I thought were cool. I didn't stray too far and made it back in time for a quick nap before getting ready for the evening.

Dressed and ready to go it was time. I had packed the wrong pantyhose, so bare legged I went, no one noticed because the shoes were awesome.
The ensemble for the evening
It took less than five minutes, and those five minutes were walked in an almost six inch heel, to get to the Forum.

I love my shoes <3
At the foyer of the Forum the stalls were set up. For sale was an array of poling wear, magazines, poling products, and DVD's.   

The interior of the Forum was quite decadent. I'm no good with architectural era's but there was a lot of ornate wood panelling, marble, baroque carpet, chandeliers, muted lighting, and a sense of old world opulence. I liked it. Like most theatres it could always do with a spruce up and good spit and polish but nonetheless it was holding its own.

The time came to take our seats. I realised I'd made a mistake in my seat selection I was sixth row back which made me amazingly close, but on the flat. I'm only short so I really did miss quite a bit of floor work with the bigger than me people sitting in front of me. I did crane my neck quite a bit, sit on my leg to lift myself up, so I didn't miss too much, but I did miss some things. I know for next time and will select all the wiser for it.

The competition itself was brilliant. The Pole and Aerial competitors were by invitation only so the standard was extremely high, incredibly professional, and definitely show worthy.

This is the first time I've actually seen the polers whose names I have been reading about, following on Facebook or watching on YouTube. These are the people who I've listened to for tips and advice, and these are the people who make me proud to be part of the Pole Dancing community in Australia.

I won't describe the competition in too much detail, there is plenty of video and photos if you just do a Google search for Pole and Aerial All Stars 2014. Here's the Facebook page link: Pole and Aerial All Stars Facebook page

I will congratulate Suzie Q for being a delightful, quirky, funny, intelligent Emcee for the night. She did a brilliant job winging it when stage people needed an extended time to sort out equipment, she filled the gaps beautifully, and she has won herself a new fan in me. She's definitely one woman I'd love to sit and have a coffee and chat with one day.

I fell in love with Carlos the Mexican orphan and his pole performance. I had tears of laughter and screams coming from me. I adore him and if I ever get a photo op I am so in. Carlos rocks my pole dreams and is the epitome of enjoying life for all its worth, duct tape and all.

My personal highlight of the night was watching my Australian pole crush Cleo the Hurricane perform. She did a duet with Alethea Austin and they brought the house down. Their dance was sexy, sensual, flirty and fun, and they finished it with a kiss that I'm sure lifted the roof with the reaction from the audience. In unison we all screamed with delight.

So Pole and Aerial All Stars 2014 has been my introduction to poling events in Australia.
Has the bar been set high? I don't know yet. It will certainly be one that I will remember and refer to when I think of high quality events with high quality performers.

Being the person I am I know I will judge each event on its merits, what it's trying to achieve or make available to its competitors, and to its audience. My next event will be in June and it will be in my home state of Queensland. Bring it - I'm looking forward to it. Oh, and I've already got good seats sorted... VIP table!

Thursday, 27 February 2014

Pole performance night #1 2014

Well the Pole Gym held it's first performance night for 2014 and it was a great way to end the first term of the year.

The theme was... Once Upon a Pole Gym. So there were fairy tale characters, evil villains, fairies, and then there were the normal people.

At first I wasn't performing. I'd only done the lap dance short course on offer this term. Elbow still not doing what I want it to do, when I want it, so Lap dance was my only off-pole option.

Anyway, the gorgeous Miss Tara put it out there to see who'd be interested in performing.
Performing a lap dance.
A lap dance in front of a room full of strangers.
In front of people you've never met.
In front of people who don't know you.
Lap dance.

I looked around and people were looking at me, I didn't know why.
Then I saw my arm up in the air and heard my own voice chiming in with "Oh sure, I'll do it", you know all casual like. Because this is something I do all the time, dancing suggestively and provocatively in front of complete strangers... not.
So the deal was done. Brain didn't need to be involved in this one at all... is that anything new really.

I'd already decided I was going as Red Riding Hood (let's just remove the 'little' part, I'm not), had my costume sorted for a while. I thought it was cute and so versatile too. Should I need to be a beer wench, or maiden, then cape off and other accessories in lieu. Curiously though I chose ANOTHER costume with a cape... what can that mean?
I had a white wicker basket too, forgot to get a pic with it...
The run sheet was good. I love the instructors always start the night off. I know the new ladies find it reassuring and sort of settling for the nerves. Once you get your first performance out of the way, the confidence you gain, well unless your an attention tart like me, it really does make doing it again and again so rewarding.

Level ones then got to show what they've learned and they were great!
I don't remember being that confident when I started. Then we followed through the levels until we got to Lap Dance. I changed the performance before and was just in my black tank and black poling shorts.

A warning about the suggestiveness of the dance was given and anyone with younger children, or who may feel uncomfortable was given enough time to leave if they'd prefer. During this time we moved the chairs in to place and pillows with blown up pictures of our celebrity crushes were placed on them. There was much giggling when people saw 'who' we would be performing our lap dance to. It was a great way to release any tension the audience may have been feeling and make every one relaxed and just enjoy the performance for performance sake.
I gave this pillow the BEST lap dance :)
We grabbed our spots, I wasn't in my usual spot I was up near the wall. Oh no, I wasn't prepared for the cramped space. I think at one stage while doing a sexy slide on the floor my foot may have connected with Miss Tara's face. She performed on like a trooper and afterwards I was on such an adrenaline rush I didn't think to ask if she was okay until now as I type it and recall it.
Working it for the pillow
All too soon it was over. Gyrating away to Bon Jovi's Bad Medicine was done and the audience were very generous in their applause. It was wonderful.

I then watched my old group, who were all now level four pole dancers. They were incredible. ALL of them inverted! I was so unbelievably proud. They've done such a great job and should all be so happy with themselves. I know I was for them. Not bittersweet any more. I'll get there, it's just going to be a bit longer for me. Until then I shall be the queen of the lap/chair dance and I shall thrust, gyrate, body roll, and hip swivel for all I'm worth... and be damn hot and sexy as while doing it too.

All too soon the night was over. I sang my lungs out on the trip home. I had a great night and a great catch up with the girls.

A quick shower, a retell of the evening to the family and then it was time for bed.

Oh, and I was pleasantly surprised when I found my daughter had put my pillow on my bed.
Here's the happy snap she took... I do look very happy don't I.
Yes, I am wearing pyjamas, a nightie in fact ;)
Performance nights will now run every second term, so 12 weeks apart from now on.
The only good thing about that is it gives more time to find/make/create awesome costumes. I'm already hoping there will be another off-pole short course at the Pole Gym this term.

And yes I think I'll always put my hand up to perform, I love it. Attention tart I know, but waiting twelve weeks in between I'll just have to find a way to cope I suppose.

Don't worry, you'll get to read about it.

Tuesday, 18 February 2014

Blog Hop February - Pole Dancing and Men

I cannot imagine the balls it must take to be a man who decides to enter a predominantly female domain, and a very physical female domain at that. To cross that threshold and announce you are choosing to be in this space, that you are prepared to show your physical vulnerabilities, your struggles, your hardships, and you will probably be the only one of your gender there. No other male to throw a sympathetic look to or to slap on the back at a minor victory. I admire that.

Pole dancing and men, yep I’m all for it, co-ed, single sex, whatever the studio can offer.
I will state openly here I am very male protective. Particularly against those generalised sweeping statements that are all inclusive and derogatory, yet lack any form of genuine all inclusive evidence to back it up. You know the type I’m talking about here. Another way to describe it would be scaremongering, using it to promote unnecessary fear and separation of the sexes.

Yes, most women have had negative experiences with 'some' males, and some seek to pole dance as a way to reconnect the broken pieces. But at the cost of blaming an entire gender and excluding them completely is over the top and too much for such a nurturing community like ours.
My past negative experiences with a few men has affected me. However, I refuse to allow it to be a negative. I refuse to allow them (those men) to be a part of who I am. They do not get to define any part of me.

My experiences have contributed to making me stronger, wiser, and more certain of the woman I am;  of what I will accept and what I expect. In the grand scheme of things though, they are just snippets in a lifetime of extraordinary experiences.

I do get frustrated when rape and sexual assault is brought into the men and poling debate. Saying or even implying a male has uncontrollable sexual urges and wants to get satisfaction watching women pole and this could lead them to potentially rape, is irresponsible. Rape is not about sexual satisfaction. Rape is about power. Rape is about control. Bringing rape into the discussion about pole dancing and men is unjustified, disrespectful, irrelevant, and continued fear mongering.

It displaces the violence, power and assault that is rape, trying to make it a sexual act. It most certainly isn’t and to say otherwise is such an injustice to those who survive, refuse to be defined by it, grow, thrive, and continue to be positive sexual beings. Just stop doing it.
I refuse to hold others accountable or to blame for things they don’t know about, weren’t involved in, and are none of their concern. I am not a victim and I don’t look for things to potentially fear or be fearful of.

I’m also the mother of a son, a late teenage son. He is very large, athletic, attractive, and charismatic. When I asked him if he’d like to come to a pole class with me, and he knows the spectacular upper body and core workout he’d get, and he casually replied, “Nah mum, I wouldn’t want to make the ladies feel uncomfortable.” Well, my heart just broke a bit.
He is taking on the blame, the shame, and the fears unknown women project out to him on a societal/cultural/gender level purely because he is male. That is so unjust and so unfair. These women don’t know him; he is defined and made to feel unworthy because of their experience and his gender. They won’t get to know he is sensitive, wears his heart on his sleeve, counsels his friends sympathetically with their issues. Or that I am doing the best that I can and I am raising a good man.

This unfounded fear is not his burden to carry or to deal with, it belongs to those who feel it and they are the ones who need to deal with these feelings.
So pole dancing and men… there are so many different tangents, issues and topics this covers: Gender, relationships, fear, cultures, body image, self-esteem, sexuality, personal issues, and pole dancing. I’m sure someone could write a book about it all and there would still be things left unsaid, unexplored or uncovered.
Travis, Chris & Luke
My opinion on pole dancing and men is, yes please.

I do think there should be co-ed classes and I do get that there is a definite need for women only classes. From a business point of view it makes sense as well. 

I just don’t want it to be described as a ‘safe’ environment because that implies if you have a man in your class you’re not ‘safe’. I don’t think that I’m nit-picking with words, as writers and readers we know how much power we can attach to words. So rather than ‘safe’ how about ‘healing’ or ‘nurturing’ or ‘growth’ something along those transformative positive lines.
I want a world for my son where he isn’t ashamed to be male around women, where he isn’t carrying a burden of blame that isn’t his. I want him to be proud, to be positive, and completely at ease with those around him, male and female. Sure we might be fighting a cultural/societal issue on some level but if enough of us goodies do it, change has to happen.

Pole dancing and men… bring it.
This blog entry is part of a Blog Hop: a monthly writing event that enables independent Pole Dancing bloggers the opportunity to provide a unique perspective on a common theme.

To find out more about this months blog hop please click on the link: PDBA February Blog Hop

Sunday, 16 February 2014

Pole celebrity - Enchanted

I have always said if I ever meet any Poling Celebrities I would be rendered speechless and that people should just introduce me as "Deb - our 'special' friend", while I make guttural noises, avoided eye contact, and waiver between blushing and drooling.

I hope I'm painting you a picture of a dribbling idiot, because that was my expectation.

Turns out I'm completely wrong about that!

No, I don't lose the ability to speak, it's the exact opposite in fact.

I gush, I blurt, I speak in quick sentences trying to impart as much information in as short a period of time as I can. I follow thought pathways only I know about and only I know what direction I'm heading in with the blurting, gushing, and rambling. Oh, and I do it all at double speed. AND I can hear myself doing it, the sensible part of my brain is saying "Breathe girlfriend, slow, be cool," and my inner idiot, who seems to control my mouth in times of stress, just gushes every piece of information I've been retaining that I think the celebrity should know... and know now!

I know this for a fact actually because today I met ENCHANTED... *scream*

Tiffany, me, and Ruth
I attended the Pole Gym's open day today, had signed up for the 90 minute Stretch session at the bargain price of $10. Ridiculous price for such a huge amount of time and info spent stretching. Enchanted held a doubles workshop before the stretch class and I expected them to bug out quick smart once it was over. They didn't.

They did the stretch class as well!

I tried to be cool, I tried not to be obvious. I did look, wanted to see how flexy they were in comparison to me, yes I can be a competitive shit and you know that. I made a bit of chit chat with them, all the while I wanted to scream, "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW AWESOME YOU BOTH ARE?" The sensible part of my brain thought, "Best not".

After Stretch was over I was having that internal struggle... do I 'be cool' and leave them alone, or do I walk up and say hello? This battle lasted a few minutes, I felt turmoil, I was torn, then I thought, "Will I have this opportunity again?"

So caution was thrown out and I walked up and my mouth just went off. Somewhere in amongst my complimenting rant I asked for a photo, they so kindly complied. So I have photographic proof I met them and I touched them... I touched ENCHANTED, I gushed at Enchanted, I blabbed on, I think snippets of me appeared in amongst it all, I don't know. By this stage with all the rambling, lack of oxygen getting to my brain because I was breathily banging on, things became an adrenaline blur. I don't really remember much now. Thank goodness for the photo.

Right, so first Pole Celebrity meet, gush, and photo done. Bring them on, I'm an experienced hand at celebrity-dom now, I'm cool.