My wife subscribes (or whatever you call it) to Mark Cavendish's Facebook. He has just posted that he has just had the best fish and chips ever at some restaurant.
My wife has been criticising me because on Saturday riding to my daughter's I am going to stop at Sible Hedingham Chippies for a bag of chips and maybe a pie or battered sausage. This is to give me the energy for the last lumpy lap, and to warm me up as it is supposed to be pretty cold that day.
I have taken a great delight in telling her that if chips are good enough for Mark Cavendish then they are good enough for me. The trouble is she goes to a slimming club and has lost nearly a stone so she is feeling very self righteous at the moment!
My wife has been criticising me because on Saturday riding to my daughter's I am going to stop at Sible Hedingham Chippies for a bag of chips and maybe a pie or battered sausage. This is to give me the energy for the last lumpy lap, and to warm me up as it is supposed to be pretty cold that day.
I have taken a great delight in telling her that if chips are good enough for Mark Cavendish then they are good enough for me. The trouble is she goes to a slimming club and has lost nearly a stone so she is feeling very self righteous at the moment!