Tour Down Under- Neither Here Nor There

Sweezus and Arthur have a late breakfast at Argo in Norwood.

Terence watches them eat, while he drinks his red smoothie.

Arthur bites into his Purple Toast.

Would I like that? asks Terence.

Do you like za'atar? asks Arthur.

Yes.... no.... says Terence. What is it?

A clown walks past and sits down at the next table.

Terence forgets his last question. 

Can we go now? asks Terence.

Fucksake, says Sweezus.

The result is that Terence is not allowed to watch the People's Choice Classic in case he sees clowns.

Here he is, in Gaius's kitchen, with Farky, and Baby Pierre.

It's not fair, says Terence.

It's your fault, says Baby Pierre. Clowns don't do bad things.

If you think that, says Terence, how come you're here?

I'm visiting my mother, says Baby Pierre. She's got loose bits.

How loose? asks Terence. 

Farky pricks his ears up. His teeth stumps tingle.

......

Wittgenstein is lunching with his Team Philosophe team mates, Vello and David, at Cibo's.

Now, don't panic, Ludwig, says David. Today is neither here nor there. Stage One proper is on Tuesday.

It seems to me, says Ludwig, that it must be either here or there.

It's a saying, says David. Meaning that it's of no importance.

I understand, says Wittgenstein. A nothing will serve just as well as a something if one intends to say nothing about it.

Well said, says Vello. This is not about philosophy. 

But what about poetry? says Wittgenstein. I overheard, as I wobbled up Magill Road earlier, Pablo Neruda of Team Condor speaking with a Team BMC member about long and short poems.

Probably Richie, says Vello. Richie is not a good poet.

How would you know? asks David.

A clown walks in and sits down at the next table.

The conversation ceases.

.....

Farky has a new set of teeth, donated by Baby Pierre's mother.

She (Pierre) was a disciple of the Omniscient Stone from whom Farky's last set of teeth was obtained.

Pierre (her real name) was happy to donate them.

Baby Pierre pasted them in with some of Gaius's glue, that was left in a cupboard.

Farky immediately began to feel he knew who would win the People's Choice Classic.

To be fair, many of us had the same feeling.

.....

And the winner was, Peter Sagan, of Team Bora-Hansgrohe!

Second, André Greipel, of Team Lotto-Soudal!

Third, Caleb Ewan the pocket rocket, of team Michelton-Scott, who started his sprint a bit too early.

Farky was right.