Taking on Lance, and the Tour de France
Both regular readers of this blog probably think that I’m the laziest member of the blogosphere. Yes, I know that hardly anything has been posted in yonks, but I have been busy, honest. I have moved house – which meant sorting through the accumulated detritus of 22 years and cramming the contents of a large, four-bedroom home into a tiny two-bed cottage.
And believe me, it can be done – yes, I know the place is piled high in boxes, which overflow into the large garden, and it took half an hour to locate my laptop. Fortunately there seems to be a bit of a drought, so there’s been no rain to spoil the party.
I’m afraid that the blogging drought is also set to continue – on Thursday I head to Rotterdam for the start of the Tour de France, which I will be following as part of the Times’ team. So instead of writing here, I will be blogging for The Times, and I am sure that you will all/both be logging on eagerly to follow my travels. Yes, I know that the site is now paid for, but come on, Mum, it’s only a measly two quid a week.
As A.J. said recently, perhaps I should think about doing this for a living. Who knows, maybe …