If we’re honest with ourselves

(bettini – from, oh, bugger I just deleted the link)

I’m pretty sure that Mary is not interested, I have it on good authority that she’s above that sort of thing.

 

So you see, although Thor has scored himself a free beer, and Mary loves a good bunny hop out of a car park and thinks Voeckler is kind of cute, and those Schleck brothers seem well-brung up,  she’s still not settled on a drinking partner.

 

This little Contador fellow made a few passes last night, but she’s never gone the sleazy type.  And she’s heard he takes drugs. Though he’s really a very good dancer.

 

That said, she is having a total cracker of a time. Apparently the DJ is going to really kick in some time around 12am tonight.

 

Mary has always had a big thing for salvation and redemption, maybe she’ll give Cadel a chance. Usually the nice guys finish second. We’ll wait and see.

 

I believe we will be seeing some serious uphill mano-a-mano tonight and tomorrow night.

 

(ooh… And rumour has it I might have a new bike visitor in my home, for my bicycling visitors, stay tuned for further rumours)

 

(oooh, and double oooh… I sent all your questions to Anna Meares last night! There was quite a lot in the end, though – folks, clearly I was the only one interested in her helmet.)

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By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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