Good weekend, seeing rellies, drinking lots, seeing mates, it being hot (and rainy, being england). Very mellow. Yesterday saw my first Austrian visitor, although I don’t think they hung around for long *waves anyway*.
Tour de France is up and running, waiting to see if this is the crowning of Lance Armstrong as the greatest cyclist ever, or the rise of the young knight Tyler Hamilton. My sense of history wants Armstrong to win, my realism says Hamilton. It could well be a truly great battle regardless.
As you can see above, I really just a frustrated sports writer. One day I will have my dream of a column in the Observer Sports Magazine.