Watch the video and watch the three presenters from website BikeRadar smile their way through the Dirty Reiver 2021 gravel race. Now read my report on the exact same race with almost the exact same bike: Dirty Reiver.
I hate them and their happy faces. I couldn’t sit down for a week!
When we used to work in offices it was easy to buy swim/bike/run gear without anyone knowing. A parcel would arrive, it could be opened before you got home, and no one would know that you’ve just bought another pair of trainers.
However, during the pandemic, we no longer get deliveries at work.
Or, to be more accurate, I still get deliveries from work but work has now become my home. And, instead of reception wondering why I get so many round boxes shaped like a tyre, I have my wife asking if I’m getting another delivery instead?
But she’s not complaining about the number of deliveries. She’s desperate for more. That’s because she’s discovered that when the online retailer, Wiggle, sends a parcel, it also includes a wee bag of Haribo sweets.
No sooner do I start to open a parcel before she’s ripping it out of my hands and tearing it open like a lion and a bag of Hula Hoops (assuming lions like Hoops).
“Where it is?” She says.
“What,” I ask.
“You know what,” she says, “the good stuff!”
I think she’s addicted and I think Wiggle know this and that’s why they send a bag of Haribo with each order. They might as well send crack cocaine, it would get the same reaction.
“Where’s my baggy?!”
I tried to search online to see if there was an official reason for why Wiggle includes a bag of sweets but all I could find were complaints.
I’ve never had any problems with missing Haribo, however, having read the comments, I have bought a spare packet, just in case. I would hate to think what would happen if my wife didn’t find a Haribo the next time a parcel arrives.
The weather in the Western Isles is very changeable. Sometimes, leaving the house is a gamble. Will it stop raining by the time I get to the place I want to visit?
In the video above you can see when that gamble fails. It was raining when we left the house and the weather was even worse by the time we got to Mangersta. So we had to do it all again the next day.
Mangersta is a beautiful spot on the west coast of the Isle of Lewis. Check out the video to see the cliffs and beach.
There are many, many strange genres on YouTube. If you want to watch someone take new shoes out of a box then just search for “unboxing” and you’ll find a million videos of people taking their trainers out of a box. If you want to watch someone whisper into a microphone then welcome to the world of ASMR and a million videos of people being really, really quiet.
My favourite genre of YouTube video is a bit more specialist. I like the genre known as “Man Goes For A Walk And Then Takes A Photo”. In the UK, photographers like James Popsys and Nigel Danson are great at this – every week they release a video where they walk somewhere and then take a photo. It’s not a complicated plot to follow. Usually, they’ll explain why they’re taking the photo but most of the time, it’s just an excuse to see various mountains and woodlands around the UK.
If you want to get started in this exciting sub-genre of filming then I highly recommend this week’s video: Hiking The Length of Skye by Thomas Heaton. Heaton is a great presenter and filmmaker who, earlier this year, walked the length of Skye while taking photos. To say any more would be to spoil the surprise that… there is no more to it than that. He walks a bit. He takes a photo. He walks some more. But it’s a very enjoyable two part video that shows off Skye’s spectacular scenery.
No running this week. Instead a woman is asking: “Big man with the glasses?”
“Yes,” I say.
A big sigh and the woman, who has just taken our PCR COVID tests says, for what seems not the first time.
“You won’t get your results tonight, you’ll get them within 72 hours.”
We’re in a car park beside Toryglen football pitches. There’s a small tent and a couple of people walking around in yellow hi-viz and face masks. It’s not very clinical.
When we drove drive in. I put on a mask and rolled down the window.
“Please put it most of the way up,” says the volunteer at the entrance, making sure not to come near our now open window.
I do.
“Higher,” they say.
I leave an inch.
“Perfect,” they say before they try to pass through two test kits in plastic bags. The gap is so small and the bags so big that it’s like watching someone try and coax an elephant to limbo.
“If you pull the car up, read the instructions, follow them and then put on your hazard lights to let me know when you’re done.”
It sounds straightforward but in practice it feels like we’re dogging. Or setting up a illicit boxing fight. We’re not the only car in the car park. Nor the only one thinking we need to leave some space between us and the next car meaning that every car is circled, everyone is looking into every other car and every couple of minutes emergency lights flash until a man approaches the window.
“There is bound to be someone somewhere who’s made the mistake of starting to strip,” I say.
“NWAH, MAAW, NNAHFFFGGHH,” says Mrs TwinBikeRun, who has a cotton bud down her throat.
“That was disgusting,” she says when she takes it out.
“BAAAWWWWWKKKKK,” I say, retching after touching my tonsils with the bud.
“Now you have to stick up your nose too,” says Mrs E.
“The same end?”
“Yes.”
Now I do feel sick. But I stick my phlegm speckled throat swab up my nostril too and circle it 10 times. “I don’t know if I have COVID but I might get laryngitis of the nostrils,” I say.
“You might get a new friend if you keep those hazards on too,” says Mrs E as someone approaches. A large man with glasses.
“You’ll the results later tonight,” he says as he makes sure we close our plastic bags containing the samples correctly. “Just drop them off on your way out.”
Which we do only to find that we would have got better information if he’d actually been a dogger as the woman at the exit tells us the man with glasses doesn’t know what he’s talking about.
LATER
We don’t get our results but Mrs TwinBikeRun’s parents, who were also pinged and tested at the same time in a different location, receive confirmation that they tested negative.
I text Iain TwinBikeRun to tell him we’re still self-isolating until we hear more. He says: “That’s because it takes longer when you also test positive for syphilis.”
Every fortnight we cover the best and worst football songs from every club in the UK from our book ‘The Sound Of Football: Every Club, Every Song’. You can buy it here
AFC Wimbledon
Nickname: The Dons
Ground: The Cherry Red Records Stadium
Stadium Capacity: 5,339
Song: We Are Wimbledon
‘We Are Wimbledon’ is the perfect song for AFC Wimbledon as, despite being formed in 2002, the club is the proud winners of the 1988 FA Cup. To understand why a club formed in 2002 can claim a trophy from 1988 we need to understand how AFC Wimbledon was formed.
In 2002, the original Dons, Wimbledon FC, was in administration, living out of a rented ground, its stadium long sold, and watched by a handful of fans. The club directors argued the only salvation for the club lay in a fresh direction.
After trying and failing to find a new home in south London, the directors applied to the Football Association to relocate the club to a new stadium in Milton Keynes, 56 miles north. To its fan’s dismay, the FA sanctioned the move; and, in 2003, Wimbledon FC upped sticks to Milton Keynes, changing their name to the MK Dons.
Many Wimbledon fans refused to follow the club to Milton Keynes. Instead they established a new club: AFC Wimbledon.
AFC Wimbledon entered the ninth tier of English football and has steadily climbed through the divisions to reach the Football League. During their rise AFC Wimbledon went 78 matches without losing a game, an English record.
Yet, although formed in 2002, it’s AFC Wimbledon rather than MK Dons who has the right to claim Wimbledon most famous victory: the 1988 FA Cup – and with it the club’s cup final song.
In the 1980’s and 90’s Wimbledon was famous for playing direct football – a long ball, straight to an attacker as fast and as often as necessary to create more chances to score. It wasn’t pretty, neither were the players, but the Dons reputation for direct football meant teams would under-estimate them, believing the players had nothing to offer. Liverpool was one such team.
Liverpool was the dominant team of the 1980s and, in 1988, the club had just been crowned league champions. The FA Cup Final should have been no contest – Liverpool v Wimbledon. There should only have been one outcome. A victory for Liverpool.
Yet, Wimbledon scored first. Liverpool tried to battle back. Liverpool created lots of opportunities, even had a goal disallowed, but they just couldn’t score. It looked like a shock was on the cards until Liverpool was awarded a penalty. But even then, they couldn’t find the back of the net: Liverpool striker John Aldridge’s shot was saved by the Don’s goalkeeper Dave Beasant, making Dave the first keeper to save a penalty in a FA Cup final. Wimbledon went on to win the match and claim an epic upset.
Today, both the final and the song released to celebrate it are ‘owned’ by AFC Wimbledon after The Football Supporter’s Federation refused MK Don’s fan group permission to join the federation unless MK Dons acknowledged that AFC Wimbledon had the real rights to Wimbledon’s history.
‘We Are Wimbledon’ is the perfect song for the new club. Although, when the song was first recorded, fans and players thought it was cheesy, now when the fans belt it out now it becomes a genuine, lump in the throat anthem to power of working as a team. In 2012 it was re-recorded by the Big Blast Band, a band based in a local care centre for people with learning disabilities. The players teamed up with the band and recorded a new version for a local charity. Because that’s what fans of the Dons do – they see it through, determinedly, directly, together, at home, always and forever in South London.
Film Friday is a weekly recommendation of one video to watch this weekend.
Last week I asked – should you run 100km without training for it? The answer was no. This week I ask – should you walk 340 km’s without training? Surprisingly, the answer is yes.
Ten years ago, I met my wife on a walk up Ben Cleuch so when I recently suggested we head there for a walk I expected here to say “Oh, that’s where we met” instead she said “Where? I’ve never heard of it.”
Our initial meeting can’t have been very memorable!
The walk starts in Tilicoutry. There is plenty of parking near to the start. When I last did the walk I went up via a path in Tilicoutry Glen but a sign at the start of the walk said that route was closed due to damage to the path.
There is a suggested diversion so we took that instead of the route through the glen. The route was easy to follow as it was well signposted.
There was allot of climbing. The walk start at an eelvation of 60m and keeps going up until you are at 700m. Only the last section on the summit is relatively flat.
We could have gone back down the way we came but instead we decided to do a circular route. This would come down via the damaged path. I was hopeful it wasn’t too damaged but I was slightly concerned when we didn’t meet anyone coming up via that way.
Thankfully the damage to the path was just a missing section of wooden walkway. It was very easy to get past.
Ben Cleuch is a nice walk. Its not too challenging (other than the steepness.) There was nice views across central Scotland from the top.