August 2012 me & her are walking down the seafront in Porto Pollensa towards the roundabout and marina, from behind us free wheels a head to toe sky clad pinarello rider, his socks at mid shin...
"There's Brad" I say
"Don't be silly, there are millions of cyclists here...."
"There's only one that wears his socks like that"
Next day we're sat in a restaurant and a tall skinny bloke in a Fred Perry t shirt walks past fast, head down, a child on either arm. The body language was "don't talk to me!"
Next day in the papers are pictures of a naughty Mr B Wiggins smoking outside Tolos restaurant, the place he didn't invite us to his Olympic/ TDF party. His loss I suppose!