G Imlach: | O hai! Transition. Lumps. GV Avermaet! |
GV Avermaet: | O hai! Plz 2 not be laying this on me agane! |
NC Boardman: | O hai! M Matthews! M Kitteh dropped liek 60lb sack ov covfefe flung over Mexico-US border! With a trebuchet! Oh yes! |
N Boulting: | O hai! GC contenders! Wind! Sunweb, BMC, Wind! S Cummings! |
S Cummings: | Tiem? I iz biding. It. |
SD Millar: | O hai! Is it Norway House, Manitoba? |
N Boulting: | No, Super D. No, it is not. Do they not have Google in Girona, FFS? |
Omnes: | Ottawa, SD Millar! It’s fukn Ottawa, u menk! |
SD Millar: | (Sulks) |
N Boulting: | Now look wot u done! He’s gonna be Mr Mardypants all day! |
| Inevitably… |
PT Voeckler: | O hai! C Prudhomme, plz 2 get on with it! |
TD Gendt: | O hai! I, TD Gendt, offishul Racing Beast & tactical bag ov carrots, endorse this product, service or sentiment! |
C Prudhomme: | OK. Off U fck! PT Voeckler, do ur thing! |
PT Voeckler: | Yeth, mathter! (Exit, pursued by TD Gendt, M Bouet & T Roosen) |
N Boulting: | On the electric telephone, G Thomas! G Thomas? |
G Thomas: | O hai! Tour ov BRITAIN? Cardiff! Pub? |
Omnes: | Pub! |
| Exeunt omnes… |
T Katusha: | R Hollenstein! Stop those pigeons! |
R Hollenstein: | Who, me? |
T Katusha: | Yes, u! |
R Hollenstein: | Couldn’t u have told me this twenty minutes ago? |
T Katusha: | We’re telling u now! Off u fck! |
R Hollenstein: | Sometimes I hate this job! |
| Later… |
Bethany (7): | o hai looks liek another 1 ov them transitional things txt me if ne thing happens ect ect sa hi 2 g thomas 4 us mi bff 5 sez hes reely style lol xXx bthny |
G Thomas: | I’ll be safe in teh pub. Won’t I? |
| Laterer… |
EC Boardman: | O hai! I am TV's Evil C Boardman, and he who would cross teh Bridge of Death Pont du Carrousel must answer me these questions three ere teh other side he see! What is ur name? |
N Boulting: | O hai! I am TV's *** Boulting! |
EC Boardman: | What is ur quest? |
N Boulting: | I seek, er, teh Enlightenment via Expense-Account Lunches! |
EC Boardman: | WHAT… is teh definition ov a HAMLET! |
N Boulting: | I haz no ideAAARRRGGGH! |
EC Boardman: | And so perish all enemies ov teh Queen! |
| Meanwhile… |
M Smith: | O hai! TV’s M Smith here, and TV’s P York. P York, knowledge us! |
P York: | Iz SD Millar still sulking? |
N Boulting: | No. No, he is not. Because he’s asleep. Agane. |
P York: | I do hope no-one thinks we’re related! |
M Smith: | Swimming pools? |
P York: | No-one in them, or even next 2 them. WTF? |
Omnes: | With those TV helichopters sticking their long-range cameras up ur nose? |
P York: | A good point, well-made. |
M Smith: | Perhaps they are watching teh Tour? |
Omnes: | Shut! Up! |
1964flyingscot: | Radio? |
P York: | Video! |
M Smith: | Boogie with a suitcase! |
Omnes: | Get! Out! |
| After nothing happened… |
N Boulting: | O hai, M Cavendish! Bored yet! |
M Cavendish: | Eeeee, yer a right borin’ little tit, our ***! |
TP Fairy: | O hai! Remember me, TP Fairy, teh one who maeks gammon-faced pig botherer D Cameron look liek Sir D Attenborough? |
T Roosen: | Go! Away! |
TP Fairy: | Shan’t! Stab, stabbity, stabEEEE! |
T Roosen: | U git, TP Fairy! |
| After teh first hill… |
Bethany (7): | Any excitement yet? |
SD Millar: | Not a lot. Oh, M Kitteh haz been dropped by teh pelican! |
M Kitteh: | Come back and fight, u windy militants! Also, miaow! |
S Cummings: | O hai! I may just hav bided too much tiem. Oops! |
N Boulting: | TD Gendt, PT Voeckler! |
SD Millar: | M Kitteh, S Cummings! |
| On teh second hill… |
M Bouet: | Bai! |
R Hollenstein: | This ^^^^. Sometimes I wish I’d stayed a sparky! |
M Kitteh: | Noes! Dropped agane! Miaow and, moreover, FFS! |
| At last orders… |
PT Voeckler: | U utter git, TD Gendt! |
TD Gendt: | Catch me if u can lol!!1! |
| At closing time… |
TD Gendt: | Arse! |
| After teh last bus... |
M Matthews: | Yay! MOAR snottypoints 4 meeeeee! |
GV Avermaet: | I told u, ***! Wnkr! |
F Aru: | Aroooooooh, er, bugger! |
C Froome: | O hai, F Aru! I believe that iz mi shinyjumper! |
Bethany (7): | That’s put teh kitteh among teh pigeons, eh? |
M Kitteh: | Wha’evs and, moreover, miaow! |