Zebras CAN fly

This weekend saw me, Ratty, Ed and Faze do a roadtrip to Wales. Trav came in his own car and we met up with Skew and Anton when we got to where we we’re going.

The trip took about two and a half hours. About an hour or so of that was spent with me having cold sweats in the back seat and saying to Faze IS THIS A GOOD IDEA?

She assured me it would be FINE (she didn’t know this) and that I wouldn’t DIE (also, where was the proof?).

All this stress-sweat, butterflies, vomit-fear and whimpering was because we were headed to the longest zipwire in Europe, to chuck ourselves down it.

It was to raise money for our trip to Dallas BUT WHAT IS THE POINT IF WE ALL DIE???


So I might be slightly scared of heights. I was due to drive us but opted out for fear that I would crash the car en route. I stood there, suited up, shaking. The guys around me all giggling about how much fun it was going to be and how daft it was that I was worried. But something about being strapped on to a wire, face down, and then being released… even thinking about it now I want to vomit.

You do a test-run first on a shorter wire. That was the worst by far. Then we took a truck up to the top of the quarry where the cloud sat on top of the hill and you couldn’t make out where our car was because we were so far up.


My mum, dad and sister came to watch me. I wanted a photo with them but genuinely was worried it would be the last photo I would have, so I opted out.

Me and Ed went first. Tied in, we looked to eachother, he said “Its gonna be alright Bab”. I declared my love for everyone. They said “safety off” and I stopped breathing. “3,2,1 go”.


I hit 92mph on that fucking thing. I’m not even apologising for swearing. My mum heard me from the bottom. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m so glad it’s over.

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As a last minute addition I was asked to join the Heartlands SE division and JR their double header in Hertfordshire. Ed drove. Top of the Pops 1998 CD in the car. YES.


Ok so it’s no secret that I don’t like JR. I find the counting stressful, I hate all the little intricate rules on things, I hate that people get pissy with you for not seeing other stuff when you’re just focussing on your jammer. But most recently, I have hated that it HURTS MY ANKLE SO BLOODY MUCH. I’ve sussed out where the tendinitis comes from – it’s from the plough position that I put my right foot in so often. I push out on it on corners when I JR, I stomp it down when I want to stop quickly, and I use it to slow me down when I’m going too fast. I use it a lot. That does however mean that I get horrible pains up the outside of my leg and at my ankle and skating stops being fun. Suggestion from stubble: Bend your legs more. ACTUALLY working. Damn him for being so clever.

I JR’d with Danger. Ed was the HR and the rest of the crew swapped around during the two games.

Things that didn’t work so well: The hall was crazily orange so I had to squint at times to focus. Also at one point I skated out to go to the loo, didn’t realise there was a dip on the otherside of the door and went arse-over-tit. That knacked. 

Things that did go well: The reffing. Seriously. It was the first time that I really enjoyed being the JR. There were some odd things and some textbook things… and I called all of them. I got the nod from Ed a few times when it was a confusing ending and I held up the same amount of points he counted too, and he said at the end he was happy with how I reffed. It felt good actually. It was just what I needed to boost my confidence before the Euros. 

Sent a message to Cherry afterward as part of the mentoring she does, explaining how I finally enjoyed a double header as the JR. She replied about how it can be a really comfortable position to be in so she will keep pushing me. I laughed and said I was a way off being comfortable so not to worry… she replied: “You’ll be comfortable long before you know you are”.

Touché Fury. 

It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to

So. It’s been birthday month. Which means I have been busy.

Here is a break down:

12th July: Gotham game in Leeds. Awesome. Drank too much. Met lady in the toilets of a pub who announced she was Ball’s mum. 

13th July: Trained the Nottingham Roller Girls’ ref crew. All pretty new so me Ed and Ratty took the group together. 

17th July: Hurt ankle. Soldiered on.


20th July: Tournament in Wales. Cartoon Showdown. CHR’d along with Rightious Oxide. Duncan came with me and gave feedback. Went really well, met Laura Liston NEW FRIEND. Great time. 

21st July: Woke up to swollen ankle. Hideous.

26th July: Pulled out of reffing NWO v CTB and NSOd that and the girls’ game instead. Scorekeeper along with Karina Case. Math is not fun.

27th July: BBQ at Zoes. IllBilly can balance anything on his face. Wheelbarrows included.

29th July: TURNED 30 BITCHES. Went to Go Ape.

2nd August: Ref clinic in Wales. Saw Becks. One of the best training sessions so far. Met some promising new zebras. IMG_3267.JPG

6th August: Physio says I can start back training at the weekend. Ankle has tendinitis. 

8th August: QOTSB tournament gets cancelled due to lack of ticket sales. Sad times after all the work we have already put in – but better to run it another time and actually get the audience.

10th August: Water zorbing with the CCR refs and then reffed the Brummies along with Andy, Faze and Baby. Bit of off skates reffing from IllBilly and Boots (ignore Really good fun. Best session in a while.

And that’s it. Up to date. Not a bad birthday month really. Considering outside of derby I had two picnics, a karaoke party a tattoo and then several evenings of being spoilt rotten by my mates <3.