A long while ago, in a time that everyone has hopefully forgotten, Dee-Lite were sprung lipsynching after Ms Kier dropped the mic mid-performance. At the age I was back in forgotten time, I could really have done with a giant music kick up the arse. Getting over Dee-Lite sooner rather than later could really have freed up some adolescence. I wish I had seen that gig.
Almost as much as I wish I’d seen this stage.
(AFP)
Because I was going to give the Tour away. But then I felt like winning a stage. Because more than 160km out there by myself sounded like a great idea.
(Sirotti)
And I could have played the proverbial cat and mouse – (thanks Phil Liggett for re-entering Dee-Lite’s Pussy Cat Meow into my head), just cutting it up the incline, watching Denis and Sammy pound past.
PS Is Monsieur Riblon wearing a Spuik helmet called the Daggon?
Daggy.
(Bettini)
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