It was stage 17, you know what I mean, and the way it looked was way beyond compare. Yup, it's time once again to singalong with the Beat-ups, who saw her standing there and appreciated the notion. They wouldn't dance with another (ooh), but mostly because after more than two weeks of this nonsense they're probably not inclined to any physical activity.
Today's stage was mostly neutralised, particularly as many of the sprint trains were expected to work, and hopes of sneaking a few extra seconds at the end were demolished - along with more than a few bike frames - by a major crash with a kilometre to go after things got a bit feisty. Gentlemen! There's no sprinting in the spirit zone!
Big winner was the man who surely has an XXXXL shirt with his name on it, van Sintmaartensdijk, who somehow engineered a five minute gain on LR. Superb work. The big loser, meanwhile, is Red Bull rider Mick van Dijke, who by my reckoning has now suffered 65 hours of people cycling past him whilst singing "chim-chimernee...". I mean, you just would, wouldn't you?