Assistant acting deputy vice tea-monitor Mr L reporting from after the Tour, the Hungarian GP
1, the British Moto GP and a Several of glugs of Orztrylian grape juice.
Anyhap, it appears that one of the Italian chaps did a big ride in May, viz. the Giro D'Italia. With this in mind it might seem prudent to have someone on alert at the time the first rider clears Gamlingay southbound, in case a
finish controller bloke with a pen is needed at Stupid O'Clock on Tuesday morning. Since:
- I have the whole week off, and
- live but ten of the BRITONS' miles from the Arrivée
if there's a possibilty of a jet-propelled twin-turbo
domestique clearing Gamlingay before Tuesday civilised-breakfast-time, it might be a good idea to Let Me Know. Problem is, I've got no phone numbers for anyone. So if anyone is in touch with someone who might be in touch with Gamlingay, and the aforementioned state of affairs comes to pass, could they give me a bell on 07717473507?
Otherwise we'll have a nice lie-in and will start setting up shop at Sensible O'Clock on Tuesday.
Ta.
P.S. Hummers says he's often misunderstood in here.
Yes, mate.
P.P.S.
Three bikes stolen avant le départ. One recovered; one replaced by machine borrowed from Mark "Megastar" Brooking; one hastily purchased, fettled in the car park and fitted with pedals borrowed from Mark "Even More Mega Than That" Brooking. The start is clearly too close to Edm*nt*n.
P.P.P.S. Apart from the Cataloonies, the final riders off the line were a long-haired Scouser and Recumbent Bloke Who Turned Up At The Start In The Wrong Shoes. Frantic Police-Camera-Action-stylee transport of shoes from Bromley to Cheshunt ensues.
1 - GWS, Felipe