Red faces on the treadmill for Camilla Long

 
6 February 2014

Last month the Sunday Times’ Camilla Long had written about the camp “fatty who ran a recent spin class I did, in which he screamed Diamonds!’ and ‘Gucci!’ and sang every line of Britney’s Perfume.” So imagine the scene at the Bloomsbury’s Nuffield Health. The spin class was starting to burn when the instructor fixed his gaze on a familiar blonde.

“Are you Camilla Long?” he asked. “Yes,” she replied. “Did you write that I was a camp fatty?” Long, pink with embarrassment — or maybe lack of fitness — replied “no”. The instructor replied. “Yes, you did”. He turned the music on, and pedals whizzed around again — a painful session for Camilla indeed.

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