Jimmy Burns - Editor Mike Bates - Production - Battersea Park
Jimmy Burns - Editor Mike Bates - Production - Battersea Park
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Maximilian, ‘Max’ to his friends<br />
,is a 27 year old criminal barrister,<br />
<strong>Battersea</strong> resident, and<br />
regular exerciser in the <strong>Park</strong>.<br />
The Review’s editor, <strong>Jimmy</strong><br />
<strong>Burns</strong>, finds out more.<br />
Above: Max, hanging around.<br />
So tell me, Max, what got you into<br />
this exercise thing?<br />
A few years ago in a moment of madness<br />
I joined the Territorial Army. It was<br />
a passing malaise, I’m glad to say.<br />
Really? Everyone I’ve ever known in<br />
the TA-and there are one or two on<br />
both sides of the River-loved it.<br />
Well in my case, it happened like this.<br />
During one of the regular bouts of<br />
‘Phys’ that are my principal memory of<br />
that sort-lived folly I was introduced to<br />
the Bastard…<br />
Please Max, this is a family mag…<br />
No, no…. A Bastard is a fiendish exercise<br />
that incorporates a press-up with a<br />
squat thrust with a star jump. As a civilian<br />
you can experience this for a small<br />
fee by joining something called BMF<br />
(British Military Fitness) which meets<br />
at regular intervals in <strong>Battersea</strong> <strong>Park</strong><br />
during the week….<br />
Sounds pretty tough to me…<br />
It is. Except that for civilians the Bastard<br />
is rechristened as ‘Oh No’.<br />
So, you couldn’t hack it…<br />
PARK PEOPLE<br />
Maximilian Hardy<br />
One of the reasons that precipitated<br />
my departure from the TA, other than<br />
a craven lack of moral fibre, was the<br />
realization that one could get fit without<br />
signing up for extended tours of the<br />
Middle East’s worst war zones.<br />
Any other reason?<br />
I stopped attending BMF when I<br />
realized that it was possible to get fit<br />
without paying someone else for the<br />
privilege.<br />
I detect a thesis here…<br />
Well, this is really the point. How many<br />
of us have a monthly subscription to<br />
belong to some fetid, germ-ridden,<br />
soul destroying gym? Yet we have on<br />
our doorstep one of the finest parks in<br />
London with river views that at sunset<br />
would set even the worst curmudgeon’s<br />
spirits soaring.<br />
I never thought of you as a contemplative….<br />
I observe other activities that take place<br />
in the park that are of benefit to the<br />
mind, body, and soul.<br />
For example…<br />
Tai Chi enthusiasts can often be seen<br />
reaping the rather mystifying benefits of<br />
moving one’s body around very slowly<br />
indeed. I have also watched yoga<br />
classes taking place on the stone stage<br />
to the side of the Buddha gazing beatifically<br />
on the Thames from the Japanese<br />
Peace Pagoda.<br />
Come on Max, I’m sure those aren’t<br />
the only scenes in the <strong>Park</strong> that you<br />
observe now and again…<br />
Well, I do reflect occasionally on the<br />
numbers of sturdy and rather muscular<br />
women indefinitely prolonging the<br />
glory of their school hockey careers<br />
or Premiership footballers manqué<br />
deluding themselves that the astroturf<br />
pitches are really Stamford Bridge. And<br />
of course in the Summer there is the<br />
cricket to be had, of varying degrees of<br />
skill and application; often to the accompaniment<br />
of a steel band!<br />
I like that, Max, it shows you have<br />
a sense of <strong>Battersea</strong> <strong>Park</strong> in all its<br />
human diversity. But you still haven’t<br />
14<br />
told me what particular exercise<br />
you’ve been converted<br />
to…<br />
For myself the exercise of<br />
choice necessarily entails the<br />
remorseless degradation of<br />
cartilage in the joints and only running<br />
will do the trick.<br />
I’m a walker myself and my joints<br />
are already degraded….<br />
It’s not walking I compare it to. It’s the<br />
gym. That any sentient human being<br />
could swap a lap or two of the park on<br />
a misty spring morning for the subterreanean<br />
hell of the treadmill simply<br />
offends against reason. Anybody with<br />
even passing knowledge of the park will<br />
have seen the circuit training course<br />
by the athletics track which can give<br />
for free as good a workout as the most<br />
sophisticated machines in any gym. The<br />
same friendly faces can be found there<br />
every morning before breakfast and the<br />
circuit boasts a facility no gym in the<br />
world can rival.<br />
I’m intrigued…<br />
His name is Joe. He is a 78 year old<br />
former army physical training instructor.<br />
He does one hundred pull ups every<br />
single day. And he does them properly<br />
and I know because I have seen him.<br />
Unfortunately Joe has also seen me<br />
do pull ups. I can do ten and rarely<br />
properly.<br />
Below: Joe, pulling up!<br />
A final word or two on what makes<br />
the <strong>Park</strong> special for you…<br />
Selling the virtues of exercising in <strong>Battersea</strong><br />
<strong>Park</strong> seems like selling sweets<br />
to children to me. It’s free, it’s green,<br />
it’s beautiful and you never know who<br />
you might meet there. Just ask Lord<br />
Browne.<br />
Thanks, mate…