2255 hrs .......This is a bust.

And not the sort the riders are hoping will greet them at Land's End.
It's time someone blew the lid off this drugs festival that's masquerading as a cycling tour.
For starters Cooper is on pills for vertigo, Johns A is on uppers trying to shake a nasty bout of mediterranian lethargy he contracted at birth, Stone Cold Pete Austin is desperately trying to create some form of emotion from within with some heavy amphetamines. Knowlsey is on beta blockers in an attempt to reduce his terrier like aggression epitomised in his chasing of Royal Mail vans. Jeff's on pasty replacement hormones, and James is downing the arnica like its going out of fashion in an attempt to reduce the swelling on his giant peach. Andy is no doubt on the marching powder, hoping to extend his failing pop career and Howlin' mad Maciarmid is the only one clean one amongst us following several lifes worth spent on mind bending potent dust.
To say this tour has become Boots on wheels would be nobody's idea of an exaggeration. Ladies - when you hug us at Land's End, dono't be surprised if we rattle.
2 days left.......
Love to all Thingettes, The Thing xx