A day after the searing heat of the car park in Sheringham, I find myself in a slightly different environment. The temperature is still high, but the weather is inclement. The heavens threaten to open on many occasions.
I am now seated in a dilapidated white van, perched on pieces of metal which normally make a wrestling ring. Seated next to me, in the driver's seat, is Julia, otherwise known as the Sweet Saraya. Today, she is in her "civilian" role, as we drive towards the Norfolk coastal town of Great Yarmouth, and the Haven Seashore holiday camp. Julia is not wrestling or acting as manageress today, and that is perhaps a good thing. Her broken left thumb is causing her some discomfort, and her right shoulder is also injured, thanks to some rough manhandling by the U.K. Pitbulls at yesterday's carnival show.
Sprawled upon some ring mats in the back is young Saraya, Julia's daughter. She hurls insults at me, but I know she really doesn't mean them.
I am now seated in a dilapidated white van, perched on pieces of metal which normally make a wrestling ring. Seated next to me, in the driver's seat, is Julia, otherwise known as the Sweet Saraya. Today, she is in her "civilian" role, as we drive towards the Norfolk coastal town of Great Yarmouth, and the Haven Seashore holiday camp. Julia is not wrestling or acting as manageress today, and that is perhaps a good thing. Her broken left thumb is causing her some discomfort, and her right shoulder is also injured, thanks to some rough manhandling by the U.K. Pitbulls at yesterday's carnival show.
Sprawled upon some ring mats in the back is young Saraya, Julia's daughter. She hurls insults at me, but I know she really doesn't mean them.
















