Name:
SamAre you sure about that?:
Pretty sureAge:
AquariusMarital status:
I still doNationality:
Applying for asylum in CanadaLanguages: English with a smattering of
FrenchAllergies: Scratchy labels inside clothes
Greatest fault: Hidden depths
Bonus fault: Overly fond of Star Trek references
Subscriptions: None, though I may pick up
The Leeds Leek if I find one on the train
Hobbies: Reading (or
not),
travel,
psychiatry,
photographic interpretation services,casting
horoscopes, writing
FAQs, and obviously, posting
Bicycle census:
Latest countCycling CV:
E2E1,
E2E2, Ditchling Beacon
x3 (then
x5) and other great British
hills, freewheeler
Charter member of
Cyclists AnonymousUnexplained employment gap: Those years spent as a
columnist for cycling magazines
Worst off: Getting off my bike to help at an
accident sceneWhat
the papers will say:
"He wasn't wearing a helmet, didn't have his hands on the handlebars, and had Dylan turned up too loud on his iPod. While any of those could have killed him instantly, it was actually the bottle of champagne that slipped from the hand of a passenger in a Virgin balloon that dispatched him."« Last edit