Looks like Peter Sagan has got himself into trouble by pinching a podium girl's bottom whilst they were on the podium. The media think it's terrible of course, and most have articles portraying him in a bad light. If the rumours are to be believed, he's not known for keeping his hands to himself with the girls (allegedly) anyway, and some of his Tour De France days were particularly lacklustre due to his late nights with the ladies. But that's pure conjecture and I couldn't possibly know, so don't try suing me please.
Coldest Easter Sunday ever according to the Met Office, although what this means is that one particular place was the coldest ever, not a general 'coldest ever', which should add some perspective but is always missed off any news item on the subject. Mind you, it was cold. I managed to bike to Cleethorpes (into the wind) and witnessed freezing cold donkeys standing on the beach vainly waiting for some children to want to ride them. The wind was biting blowing off the North Sea and it was no surprise that customers were not forthcoming.
This ride to Cleethorpes was the midpoint (ish) in a 63 mile epic where I fought my way through Grimsby to get to Cleethorpes. Thank goodness I don't have to do that very often.
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