Monthly Archives: April 2011

You’re shit; and you know you are

“My ship’s a sail Can you hear its tender frame Screaming from beneath the waves Screaming from beneath the waves…” Ian McCulloch likes a ciggie or ten and I doubt he’s had much time in between penning classics like Ocean … Continue reading

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Depressed Narky Fed-up

Sorry folks, really can’t summon the enthusiasm to write about last night’s debacle.  A picture says a thousand words anyway…

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The charge of the heavy (legged) brigade

I hardly know whether I’m coming or going at the moment.  And it’s dropped me into a proper little funk, I can tell you. The focused and really quite serene world of the Majorca training camp has at a stroke … Continue reading

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Fire, ride with me…

Competitive cycling can be a risky business to be sure.  That said, a rider can usually expect make it home without having been engulfed in flames. Not so in Majorca it seems.  Thanks to the quaint local farming practice of … Continue reading

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Memo from the Sports Desk – Majorca Bureau

Peep peep peep went the x-ray machine as my backpack passed through it. Gatwick Security: “Did you pack this bag yourself, sir?” Me: “Yep.” GS: “Any sharp objects or tools in there?” Me: “Nope.” (rummages) GS: “What’s that?” Me (in … Continue reading

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Dude (Looks Like a Lady)…

Well yes.  I did it. I now have as many hairs on my legs as I have points-scoring finishes in cycle races: that is, none. I have also – as my wife gleefully points out – gained a better idea … Continue reading

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Depilation trepidation

“What’s that?” exclaimed our team DS Mark, almost recoiling in horror. ‘That’ is something I’ve grown rather attached to during my 40-plus years on this planet.  However, when signing in 60 riders for our recent Bayeux-organised road race I spotted … Continue reading

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