Spectacularly unfair, Mart. I'd stopped some way back to rescue some not-totally-unfortunate-looking damsels in distress, and was pushing hard to try and catch up with you all.
Once I realised you'd been at the pub 40 odd minutes and that I still hadn't caught you, I stopped to ring and say "go ahead without me".
OK, so it turned out I made that call about 50ft before I spotted the 'welcome to Brighton' sign, and that the amassed riders were probably 25 miles behind me, but that's not to be helped

It was a lovely afternoon waiting for you all to arrive
Oh, and the VM *should* be making an appearance. And might even be doing the return leg with gears. I've not been riding of late. Does anyone know whose turn it is to suffer a major mechanical to the rear derailleur?