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Meet plenty of people in their forties who still refer to Cycle Proficiency.

Don McCullin's Nikon F with bullet hole.

The definition of madness is to keep attributing quotes to Einstein.

Keir Starmer and his "measurable milestones". As distinct from the those misleadingly named milestones that are random distances apart.

Delay-repay is about the only thing connected with the railways that has got better in the last few years. The fact that it's viable to create and run an automated repayment system suggests the demand is pretty high.

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https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/articles/c8rjdgre3vpo

Always knew that Romain Bardet was up to no good.

Bit late to the thread but I have some experience with this, or rather my late father did. He was in the Grenadier Guards for a while, mainly in fruit and veg awareness, but he did have access to cavalry twill and jodhpurs, which will become relevant in a while. He was a keen racing cyclist at the time, this would be 1963, so between the end of the "Chatterley" ban and the Beatles' first LP. In those days professional racing bikes had mostly lightweight beechwood saddles whereas mass market bicycles made do with heavier Oak or even house brick. Professionals wore what were known as 'shorts' which had inside them what was called a 'pad' or 'chamois', (very different from the aero-onesies that are popular at the Tour nowadays) and non-racing cyclists, or commuters as they later became known, wore trousers. Anyway, the point is both celebrated racers and derided plumbers were turning up to work with their arses hanging out because of the excessive friction and the inevitable wear and tear at the rear end.
My Father spotted an opportunity here to bring together his love of bike riding and his intimate knowledge of hardy fabrics and created the Grenadier Pants, which were oversized and double butted and designed to be slipped over either 'shorts' or 'trousers' and, being made of military grade material, provided a reliable and convenient solution.
Cyclists being very much traditionalists and resistant to change it took a little while for my Father's pants to be accepted but when the late, great Eddy Merckx wore a pair to victory at the Ghent Six in 1965 things did take off. My Father was able to leave his job with the Guards -which he no longer enjoyed anyway having been reassigned to the soft furnishings brigade - and produce the protective trousers full time. To this day they are the only pants to have won Milan- San Remo and the Milk Race in the same season.
Sadly, and for reasons I have never really understood, the Moon landing in 1969 put paid to his business and the Grenadier Pants were no more. I wouldn't say he died a broken man because he is still alive but he did lose his sparkle.

Just finished A Man on the Inside. It's by Michael Schur so you have to be willing to accept there will be a lot of 'heart' as well as comedy but it's also got Ted Danson so how can it fail? I've never seen him give a bad performance and he's delightful in this. Also a tribute to the cosmetic surgeon's art, like Biden if Biden had stopped half way through his series of procedures and not gone full shop-window dummy. Plenty of familiar faces from previous Schur outings too. Not as funny as Brooklyn 99 but not as mawkish as Abbott Elementary. It's good.

There's a series 2? I haven't even seen a trailer for it.

while the Korean Confederation of Trade Unions and the Federation of Korean Trade Unions called emergency meetings to discuss going on strike.

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According to Nieuwsblad the Soudal Quick-Step rider broke his collarbone in the accident with the postal car this morning.

Belgian media reported that Evenepoel was unable to avoid the door of a Bpost postal vehicle that opened in front of him,

https://apnews.com/associated-press-100-photos-of-2024-an-epic-catalog-of-humanity

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CLUE: what links?

NEW: let's try from the back, the front might be too easy. The big building.

OLD: Islington Boxing Club at Elthorne Park.

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