Ouch ow etc. See Wednesday. Went along on the bash and just one MK turned up. And me. So off we went and I felt bad. Not because the guy was any good, I just felt bad. Got to the circuit and I just slowed down but he kept waiting for me, then got bored and went. I went up and round the CG course, he passed me going down the hill to the turn at a great rate. I easily matched his pace along the circuit all the way to the downhill bit before the Millstone. Now he said he had to train hard as he had some E/1 races coming up. Now if I can easily match his pace when he is riding hard he had better do some hill power training ! Those Es will eat him alive !
Back at the hotel, a soak in that Radox stuff then into the bar for a bottle of red. Then watched Phoenix Nights on tv, then back to the bar for some yakking and Smirnoff Ice. Bad idea. It lasted until about 2.30. Ugh. Didn't feel too bright now, but I've felt worse. Was cheered up by an article on tv news saying that the incidence of deaths due to alcohol-related liver disease has tripled in the past couple of years, with binge drinking becoming a real problem, especially amongst the young. I know, I know. An article in the 'Independant' all about the guy in Belgium that throws cream tarts at famous pompous people also made me happy. Belgium isn't such a bad place, I'm beginning to think of it fondly. Brussels, home of the Museum of the Underpant.
Oh fuck, I'm racing on Sunday, a 60 miler on the Cotswolds. Its going to be hilly. If I feel like I did yesterday I may as well not bother turning up.
My neighbour has been soaking in garlic again. Stinky get.