This morning whilst stretching to get ready for yoga out of the corner of my eye I spotted a mirage of pink prancing (I kid you not) my way. I smiled as I noticed this lady with unkempt hair was wearing PAJAMA bottoms, literally looking as if she just rolled out of bed. Now this is no regular yoga class, this is Bikram Yoga where one sweats profusely in a 40C/104F room for 90 minutes. Clearly this woman doesn’t know what’s in store for her.
As the class started she positioned herself in the second row directly in front of me a tad to the right. I noticed she had two 45+ year old female friends/bodyguards on each side of her. They all giggled as she was waving her arms around in dramatic fashion.
It was then that an inner light bulb flashed and realized it could only be one person, the eccentric Helena Bonham Carter.
In class you’re taught to focus and look at yourself in the mirror to correct postures. Needless to say, this was a test of will and determination. I believe I even got the stink eye from her towards the end. :)