Arne-Doppelganger has stopped in Senlis to mend a puncture.
It's not all that simple.
The bicycle is real but he is a virtual rider.
Gaius skids to halt alongside him.
At last! says Gaius. I see you have a puncture. Am I right in thinking we might be here for some time?
It's funny to see his own face scowling at him, while Arne's voice whines and crackles.
How about YOU give me a .....? crackle crackle.
I shall be wandering about in the Chantilly Forest says Gaius. Call me if you need me.
He wheels his own bicycle down the sign-posted path to the Forest.
What a beautiful forest. Six thousand hectares of woodland. Oaks, chestnuts, birdlife, water rats. Large fishponds, built by Cistercian monks in the thirteenth century. Gaius sits down beside a wide sandy track.
'Chevaux de galop sur la piste'.
Lucky he is sitting. The horses of the Aga Khan gallop by at top speed, kicking sand all over his apple.
Hey! says Gaius. But the horses and jockeys are gone.
Gaius wheels his bike back to where Arne is still peering at the puncture.
What is your opinion of privilege? asks Gaius.
Crackle crackle, says Arne.
Of course, says Gaius, that would be your opinion.
Turn me off, will you, says Arne unexpectedly. This button.
Gaius turns off the sound.
Now it is just Gaius and Virtual Gaius looking at the puncture.
I despise all luxury and privilege, says Virtual Gaius.
Really? says Gaius. So do I. Would you like a hand with the puncture?
Thank you, says Virtual Gaius.
........
A long way further south, Vello and David have just pulled into Auxerre.
Excellent, says Vello. We've made a good distance today.
Are we stopping? asks David, puffing.
I think so, for now, says Vello. What would you like to do, Terence?
I would like to go to Balance, says Terence. Because Willy the Wind is there.
We're not going to Valence, says Vello. I thought you would ask for a chocolate bar, or a milk shake.
That's what I would like, says David.
Later, says Vello. Seeing young Terence isn't hungry, I should like to see the frescoes.
Are they horses? asks Terence.
No, they are ninth century paintings on a wall in the crypt of the Abbey of Saint Germain d'Auxerre, the oldest wall paintings in France, says Vello.
Are they paintings of horses? asks Terence.
I don't think so, says Vello. But let us go down there and see.
It is dark and creepy down in the crypt of the Abbey of Saint Germain d'Auxerre.
The ancient wall paintings flicker and fade in the dim light of candles. It smells like damp stone.
I WOULD like a milk shake, says Terence.
Look, says David. A saint. Which one is it?
Saint Stephen, says Vello, reading. First Christian martyr. He's being stoned for blasphemy.
Terence looks at Saint Stephen. He looks like someone he knows. Poor Saint Stephen. His head is bleeding. And a hand is poking down from the clouds.
That is the hand of God, says Vello.
Wooh! It's Grandpa, throwing a stone at Saint Stephen!
Friday, July 31, 2015
Thursday, July 30, 2015
Napoleon and Terence the Fearless
Gaius rides angrily through Roissy-en-France.
Arne-Doppelganger is way ahead in the distance.
Gaius is determined to catch him, and make him swap bikes.
After all, thinks Gaius, it's virtually my bicycle. Schopenhauer left it with me. Why do they need it?
These thoughts race through his head as he flies through the country.
Now Arne-Doppelganger speeds into the town of Senlis. Will he stop there?
Gaius hopes so. It looks charming, and the Chantilly Forest is nearby.
One might find interesting specimens in an ancient French forest. Specimens of flora and fauna.
Arne-Doppelganger stops.
He has a puncture.
Gaius thinks: This is a great piece of luck.
........
Montereau-Fault-Yonne (where the Yonne falls into the Seine).
On the town bridge there, long ago, in 1419 ( in September), John the Fearless was killed.
We can blame Tanneguy du Chastel and the Sire de Barbazan for that crime or service, which happened in the course of an interview with the dauphin (later Charles VII).
An interview, we may gather, that took place on the bridge.
Dauphin: Who's that going trip trap over my bridge!
John the Fearless: Me, John the Fearless.
Tanneguy du Chastel: Nick off, John! I'll give you Fearless.
etcetera.
Of course I was not there.
Nor was Napoleon, who might also have had an opinion.
Vello and David wheel their bicycles onto the bridge, to show Terence the statue.
Here we are, Terence, says Vello. Napoleon on horseback!
Napoleon looks down. Terence looks upwards.
What a dear little face, thinks Napoleon. Reminds me of me as a child.
He smiles down on the cement curls of Terence.
What's so funny? says Terence.
Napoleon doesn't answer.
Are you in the circus? asks Terence.
The circus? Why does the infant think that?
Circus? says Vello. Why the circus?
His funny clown's hat, says Terence.
Napoleon shifts in his saddle. Who is this cheeky young whipper snapper?
We had a circus in Barcelona, says Terence. You were in it.
Napoleon glowers.
I lived in a palace, says Terence.
He's not a clown, he's an Emperor, hisses Vello.
Which is better? says Terence. A prince or a clown?
Vello and David decide that it's time to move on from the bridge.
Napoleon adjusts his clown hat with his pointing finger.
When the finger comes down, it is no longer pointing towards Vienna.
......but towards Barcelona.
Arne-Doppelganger is way ahead in the distance.
Gaius is determined to catch him, and make him swap bikes.
After all, thinks Gaius, it's virtually my bicycle. Schopenhauer left it with me. Why do they need it?
These thoughts race through his head as he flies through the country.
Now Arne-Doppelganger speeds into the town of Senlis. Will he stop there?
Gaius hopes so. It looks charming, and the Chantilly Forest is nearby.
One might find interesting specimens in an ancient French forest. Specimens of flora and fauna.
Arne-Doppelganger stops.
He has a puncture.
Gaius thinks: This is a great piece of luck.
........
Montereau-Fault-Yonne (where the Yonne falls into the Seine).
On the town bridge there, long ago, in 1419 ( in September), John the Fearless was killed.
We can blame Tanneguy du Chastel and the Sire de Barbazan for that crime or service, which happened in the course of an interview with the dauphin (later Charles VII).
An interview, we may gather, that took place on the bridge.
Dauphin: Who's that going trip trap over my bridge!
John the Fearless: Me, John the Fearless.
Tanneguy du Chastel: Nick off, John! I'll give you Fearless.
etcetera.
Of course I was not there.
Nor was Napoleon, who might also have had an opinion.
Vello and David wheel their bicycles onto the bridge, to show Terence the statue.
Here we are, Terence, says Vello. Napoleon on horseback!
Napoleon looks down. Terence looks upwards.
What a dear little face, thinks Napoleon. Reminds me of me as a child.
He smiles down on the cement curls of Terence.
What's so funny? says Terence.
Napoleon doesn't answer.
Are you in the circus? asks Terence.
The circus? Why does the infant think that?
Circus? says Vello. Why the circus?
His funny clown's hat, says Terence.
Napoleon shifts in his saddle. Who is this cheeky young whipper snapper?
We had a circus in Barcelona, says Terence. You were in it.
Napoleon glowers.
I lived in a palace, says Terence.
He's not a clown, he's an Emperor, hisses Vello.
Which is better? says Terence. A prince or a clown?
Vello and David decide that it's time to move on from the bridge.
Napoleon adjusts his clown hat with his pointing finger.
When the finger comes down, it is no longer pointing towards Vienna.
......but towards Barcelona.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Giving The Imperial Finger
Belle and Sweezus are drinking cafés au lait at Les Deux Magots, where Hemingway drank with Fitzgerald.
I wonder how Gaius is going? says Belle.
Why? asks Sweezus. Won't he be on his way home?
No, says Belle. He's going back to Utrecht with both the bicycles. He doesn't want to.
When you say bicycles, says Sweezus, you mean including the.... other one? The one with....
You can say it, says Belle. The one with the virtual rider.
Oh, Arne, says Sweezus.
Yes, apparently both bicycles have to be returned to the Utrecht University Museum, says Belle.
D'you miss him? asks Sweezus.
Who? says Belle. Gaius? Are you kidding?
Arne, says Sweezus.
No, it's over, says Belle. It wasn't really him anyway, only his voice, and that kept breaking up.
That's what I thought, says Sweezus, nodding and swallowing.
Anyway, says Belle, Gaius will get over it. And he'll love it once he gets there. There's a Paleomagnetic Lab that Arne's going to show him. It's in an old fort in the University Botanical Gardens. Fort Hoofddjik.
Sweezus chokes on his coffee, and Belle thinks he is laughing at Hoofddjik.
It's a funny name. Maybe he is.
.......
Vello and David have made good time to Melun, which is 41km out of Paris.
Melun, says David. Shall we stop for a snack here?
Yes, says Terence. Stop for a melon.
They stop, but to Terence's disappointment, no melon.
Vello and David order coffee and chocolate croissants.
I want melon, says Terence. This place is called melon.
No melon, says David. There is no melon to be had.
My palace was loaded with melons, says Terence. Bright pink ones.
Ha ha, laughs Vello. On the ladies!
Vello, old chap, says David. I don't think that was appropriate ....
Well, says Vello, if Terence is going to be awkward....
Have a bite of my chocolate croissant, little fellow, says David, waving the end of his, which is moistened with spittle.
Yuck, says Terence. When are we going?
Now, says Vello, standing up. We are heading for Montereau. You'll like Montereau. There's a bridge with a statue of a famous man on a horse.
Is it Napoleon? asks David.
You spoilt it, says Vello.
Off they go, to Montereau, on their bicycles, another 41km down the road, through French scenery.
Montereau-Fault-Yonne: They stop at the bridge.
A lovely old stone bridge over the Yonne.
Napoleon sits on his horse, pointing towards Vienna with his imperial finger.
I wonder how Gaius is going? says Belle.
Why? asks Sweezus. Won't he be on his way home?
No, says Belle. He's going back to Utrecht with both the bicycles. He doesn't want to.
When you say bicycles, says Sweezus, you mean including the.... other one? The one with....
You can say it, says Belle. The one with the virtual rider.
Oh, Arne, says Sweezus.
Yes, apparently both bicycles have to be returned to the Utrecht University Museum, says Belle.
D'you miss him? asks Sweezus.
Who? says Belle. Gaius? Are you kidding?
Arne, says Sweezus.
No, it's over, says Belle. It wasn't really him anyway, only his voice, and that kept breaking up.
That's what I thought, says Sweezus, nodding and swallowing.
Anyway, says Belle, Gaius will get over it. And he'll love it once he gets there. There's a Paleomagnetic Lab that Arne's going to show him. It's in an old fort in the University Botanical Gardens. Fort Hoofddjik.
Sweezus chokes on his coffee, and Belle thinks he is laughing at Hoofddjik.
It's a funny name. Maybe he is.
.......
Vello and David have made good time to Melun, which is 41km out of Paris.
Melun, says David. Shall we stop for a snack here?
Yes, says Terence. Stop for a melon.
They stop, but to Terence's disappointment, no melon.
Vello and David order coffee and chocolate croissants.
I want melon, says Terence. This place is called melon.
No melon, says David. There is no melon to be had.
My palace was loaded with melons, says Terence. Bright pink ones.
Ha ha, laughs Vello. On the ladies!
Vello, old chap, says David. I don't think that was appropriate ....
Well, says Vello, if Terence is going to be awkward....
Have a bite of my chocolate croissant, little fellow, says David, waving the end of his, which is moistened with spittle.
Yuck, says Terence. When are we going?
Now, says Vello, standing up. We are heading for Montereau. You'll like Montereau. There's a bridge with a statue of a famous man on a horse.
Is it Napoleon? asks David.
You spoilt it, says Vello.
Off they go, to Montereau, on their bicycles, another 41km down the road, through French scenery.
Montereau-Fault-Yonne: They stop at the bridge.
A lovely old stone bridge over the Yonne.
Napoleon sits on his horse, pointing towards Vienna with his imperial finger.
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Why Willy?
It's good the Tour is over.
That's what Sweezus thinks.
He wonders what Belle will do now.
There she is, sitting with Terence, eating macarons, on a park bench in Paris, under a plane tree.
Arne-Doppelganger is nowhere in sight.
Sweezus wanders over, acting casual.
Hi Sweezie, says Belle. Like one of these?
Yeah, thanks, says Sweezus, taking a pink one, his favourite.
Guess what! says Terence.
I guess you'll be staying in Paris, says Sweezus.
Guess WHAT! says Terence.
No, says Belle. I'll be heading off soon.
Yeah? says Sweezus.
GUESS WHAT! says Terence.
What? Spit it out! says Sweezus.
Terence looks at Belle.
Will she say Sweezus is rude? (Because he IS!)
No, she is wiping a crumb from her lips as though nothing has happened.
I'm going back to see Willy, says Terence.
He isn't, says Belle. He's going to Ferney.
With you? asks Sweezus.
No with papa and David, says Belle. And you and I.......
You and me? says Sweezus.
Yes, you and I are going back to take charge of the office, says Belle.
Cool! says Sweezus. ( Really cool. And she hasn't mentioned her boyfriend.)
I'M GOING BACK TO SEE WILLY! shouts Terence.
Good luck with that, says Belle. Valence is a long way away. And Papa won't take any nonsense.
Willy, says Sweezus. Who's Willy?
Willy the WIND, says Terence. He had no pants.
I hope that's not why he's called Willy, says Belle.
Willy, says Terence, flipping his lap lap.
Papa will be along in a minute, says Belle . They're setting off straight away. Oh, how I used to love Ferney. It had such a beautiful garden.
Here comes Vello now, with David.
David has a child's seat fixed on the back of his bike.
Hello, says Vello. Is Terence ready for his big adventure?
Yes, says Belle. All ready. Goodbye Terence. Be good.
Terence is buckled into the child's seat.
His lap lap gets hitched up in the strap.
Bye bye dear, says Vello, giving Belle a peck on the cheek.
Have a lovely time, says Belle. Send me photos.
Vello rides off, followed by David, with Terence behind.
His bum's showing, says Sweezus.
Not my problem, says Belle.
Nor mine, says Sweezus.
Not any more, says Belle. Here, have another, there's one more pink one.
Sweezus takes the last macaron.
That's what Sweezus thinks.
He wonders what Belle will do now.
There she is, sitting with Terence, eating macarons, on a park bench in Paris, under a plane tree.
Arne-Doppelganger is nowhere in sight.
Sweezus wanders over, acting casual.
Hi Sweezie, says Belle. Like one of these?
Yeah, thanks, says Sweezus, taking a pink one, his favourite.
Guess what! says Terence.
I guess you'll be staying in Paris, says Sweezus.
Guess WHAT! says Terence.
No, says Belle. I'll be heading off soon.
Yeah? says Sweezus.
GUESS WHAT! says Terence.
What? Spit it out! says Sweezus.
Terence looks at Belle.
Will she say Sweezus is rude? (Because he IS!)
No, she is wiping a crumb from her lips as though nothing has happened.
I'm going back to see Willy, says Terence.
He isn't, says Belle. He's going to Ferney.
With you? asks Sweezus.
No with papa and David, says Belle. And you and I.......
You and me? says Sweezus.
Yes, you and I are going back to take charge of the office, says Belle.
Cool! says Sweezus. ( Really cool. And she hasn't mentioned her boyfriend.)
I'M GOING BACK TO SEE WILLY! shouts Terence.
Good luck with that, says Belle. Valence is a long way away. And Papa won't take any nonsense.
Willy, says Sweezus. Who's Willy?
Willy the WIND, says Terence. He had no pants.
I hope that's not why he's called Willy, says Belle.
Willy, says Terence, flipping his lap lap.
Papa will be along in a minute, says Belle . They're setting off straight away. Oh, how I used to love Ferney. It had such a beautiful garden.
Here comes Vello now, with David.
David has a child's seat fixed on the back of his bike.
Hello, says Vello. Is Terence ready for his big adventure?
Yes, says Belle. All ready. Goodbye Terence. Be good.
Terence is buckled into the child's seat.
His lap lap gets hitched up in the strap.
Bye bye dear, says Vello, giving Belle a peck on the cheek.
Have a lovely time, says Belle. Send me photos.
Vello rides off, followed by David, with Terence behind.
His bum's showing, says Sweezus.
Not my problem, says Belle.
Nor mine, says Sweezus.
Not any more, says Belle. Here, have another, there's one more pink one.
Sweezus takes the last macaron.
Monday, July 27, 2015
Stage 21 : Sèvres to Paris Champs-Elysées - Endings
Alas, it is raining.
This makes all the teams damp.
Nothing to do but keep pedalling as the drips fall behind you.
Pedal pedal
gloom gloom
the winner is
(most probably)
Froome.
The thoughts of the riders turn to the future.
Andre Greipel: If I win today I will thank my team and my family.
Froomey: What will I do without Richie?
Richie Porte: Freedom from Froomey!
Vello: David, what would you say to a nice little trip down to Ferney?
David: Ferney?
Vello: My old home.
David: Are you known there? It could be quite irritating.
Vello: Not for me. And yes, I am well known there. Its full name is Ferney-Voltaire.
David: Good grief! I'll give it a miss if you don't mind, old fellow.
Vello: No no, you must come. I've a delightful chateau in Ferney. It's very close to the Swiss border. And you know, the Swiss make fine chocolate...
( Unfair! When it's miserably raining, who can resist chocolate?)
David: All right. I'll come with you.
Gaius too is thinking of after the Tour.
He rides up close to Arthur. Squelch Squelch.
Gaius: Arthur, I was wondering.....
Arthur: No. I'm going with Pablo to a poetry slam in Belgium.
Gaius: Then I shall have to return this bicycle to the Utrecht Museum myself.
Arthur: Get Arne to do it. He has to go back there.
Gaius: Arthur, you're a life saver!
He drops back level with Arne-Doppelganger.
Gaius: Arne, now that the Tour is over.....
Arne-Doppelganger: Nearly over. Froomey hasn't won yet.
Gaius: I think we can safely say that he has. Would you consider returning this bike that I borrowed?
Arne-Doppelganger: I can't ride two bikes! Impossible!
Gaius: No, obviously, I'll take Schopenhauer's bike back to Adelaide.
Arne-Doppelganger: Sorry, no you won't. Not allowed. Crackle crackle.
Gaius: Outrageous! Where are you going? Come back!
An announcement is made. The winner is already decided, due to the weather.
Gloom gloom
the winner is
(definitely)
Froome
And now, the sun shines through the clouds. It is fine on the Champs-Elysées. The famous trees glisten.
Andre Greipel wins the final stage, in a fast bunch sprint finish.
Well done, André Greipel!
On the podium, André thanks his team and his family.
But we knew he would do that already.
This makes all the teams damp.
Nothing to do but keep pedalling as the drips fall behind you.
Pedal pedal
gloom gloom
the winner is
(most probably)
Froome.
The thoughts of the riders turn to the future.
Andre Greipel: If I win today I will thank my team and my family.
Froomey: What will I do without Richie?
Richie Porte: Freedom from Froomey!
Vello: David, what would you say to a nice little trip down to Ferney?
David: Ferney?
Vello: My old home.
David: Are you known there? It could be quite irritating.
Vello: Not for me. And yes, I am well known there. Its full name is Ferney-Voltaire.
David: Good grief! I'll give it a miss if you don't mind, old fellow.
Vello: No no, you must come. I've a delightful chateau in Ferney. It's very close to the Swiss border. And you know, the Swiss make fine chocolate...
( Unfair! When it's miserably raining, who can resist chocolate?)
David: All right. I'll come with you.
Gaius too is thinking of after the Tour.
He rides up close to Arthur. Squelch Squelch.
Gaius: Arthur, I was wondering.....
Arthur: No. I'm going with Pablo to a poetry slam in Belgium.
Gaius: Then I shall have to return this bicycle to the Utrecht Museum myself.
Arthur: Get Arne to do it. He has to go back there.
Gaius: Arthur, you're a life saver!
He drops back level with Arne-Doppelganger.
Gaius: Arne, now that the Tour is over.....
Arne-Doppelganger: Nearly over. Froomey hasn't won yet.
Gaius: I think we can safely say that he has. Would you consider returning this bike that I borrowed?
Arne-Doppelganger: I can't ride two bikes! Impossible!
Gaius: No, obviously, I'll take Schopenhauer's bike back to Adelaide.
Arne-Doppelganger: Sorry, no you won't. Not allowed. Crackle crackle.
Gaius: Outrageous! Where are you going? Come back!
An announcement is made. The winner is already decided, due to the weather.
Gloom gloom
the winner is
(definitely)
Froome
And now, the sun shines through the clouds. It is fine on the Champs-Elysées. The famous trees glisten.
Andre Greipel wins the final stage, in a fast bunch sprint finish.
Well done, André Greipel!
On the podium, André thanks his team and his family.
But we knew he would do that already.
Saturday, July 25, 2015
Stage 20 : Modone Valfréjus to Alpe d'Huez - Motivation
Last day to beat Froomey.
Who will try?
Not Team Philosophe.
Team Philosophe is taking it easy on their way up the Croix-de-Fer.
Vello: One more day and we'll be in Paris.
David: Not a day too soon.
Vello; Of course not. That would be pointless.
David: Ha ha, very good. Young Geniez looks like he's trying.
Vello: O to be young again!
David: Not too young. Have you seen Terence lately? He's sporting a Day of the Dead lap lap.
Vello: I know. Belle made it out of a cushion cover. Very handy with her needle.
David: Apparently the grinning skull put the wind up Nairo Quintano.
Vello: That may have been helpful.
David: We'll find out at the end of the day.
Team Condor is also not trying too hard on the penultimate day.
Sweezus: Come on guys, at least make a showing.
Arthur: We are making a showing.
Pablo: We're still here at least.
Arthur: Anyway, you've increased your brand reach. Look at the road.
Sweezus (looking at the road): S-W-E-Z-O-O
Arthur: That's you, famous.
Sweezus: They spelled it wrong.
Pablo: Look on the bright side.
Sweezus: What is it?
Pablo: It doesn't say F-R-O-O-M
After the summit, everyone rides down hill rapidly.
Then it's the final ascent up the legendary Alpe d'Huez.
Froomey is still going strong.
Can no one beat Froomey?
Alberto can't do it. Not this year.
Alberto: Next year I shall not do the Giro. I shall do the Tour and then the Olympics.
Rafal Majka: Bravo Alberto! Extramotivados!
Valverde and Quintana attack Froome.
Pinot rides away. He keeps going, courageous.
Quintana rides hard. He gains time on Froomey.
But Froome still has a 1.12 advantage.
Pinot comes first at the Top of Alpe d'Huez, to the joy of the French.
But now nothing (much) can stop Froomey
from being number one on the podium
in Paris tomorrow
to the joy of
his (many)
admirers.......
Who will try?
Not Team Philosophe.
Team Philosophe is taking it easy on their way up the Croix-de-Fer.
Vello: One more day and we'll be in Paris.
David: Not a day too soon.
Vello; Of course not. That would be pointless.
David: Ha ha, very good. Young Geniez looks like he's trying.
Vello: O to be young again!
David: Not too young. Have you seen Terence lately? He's sporting a Day of the Dead lap lap.
Vello: I know. Belle made it out of a cushion cover. Very handy with her needle.
David: Apparently the grinning skull put the wind up Nairo Quintano.
Vello: That may have been helpful.
David: We'll find out at the end of the day.
Team Condor is also not trying too hard on the penultimate day.
Sweezus: Come on guys, at least make a showing.
Arthur: We are making a showing.
Pablo: We're still here at least.
Arthur: Anyway, you've increased your brand reach. Look at the road.
Sweezus (looking at the road): S-W-E-Z-O-O
Arthur: That's you, famous.
Sweezus: They spelled it wrong.
Pablo: Look on the bright side.
Sweezus: What is it?
Pablo: It doesn't say F-R-O-O-M
After the summit, everyone rides down hill rapidly.
Then it's the final ascent up the legendary Alpe d'Huez.
Froomey is still going strong.
Can no one beat Froomey?
Alberto can't do it. Not this year.
Alberto: Next year I shall not do the Giro. I shall do the Tour and then the Olympics.
Rafal Majka: Bravo Alberto! Extramotivados!
Valverde and Quintana attack Froome.
Pinot rides away. He keeps going, courageous.
Quintana rides hard. He gains time on Froomey.
But Froome still has a 1.12 advantage.
Pinot comes first at the Top of Alpe d'Huez, to the joy of the French.
But now nothing (much) can stop Froomey
from being number one on the podium
in Paris tomorrow
to the joy of
his (many)
admirers.......
Stage 19 : Saint-Jean-de-Maurienne to La Toussuire - Predictions
Another day in the freaking Alps.
Let's just say everyone is tired.
Vincenzo Nibali however has an advantage.
The Eight Tenths Knowing Dog has predicted......
.....but shh! It is best not to broadcast, in case it should change the outcome.
Although we know that Sweezus overheard something interesting yesterday...
...and he has told Gaius, and Gaius has told Arthur, and naturally Arthur has told Pablo.
But Pablo hasn't told anyone, because he admires Vincenzo Nibali, and wants to keep it a secret.
Vincenzo attacks.
Go Vincenzo!
Froomey is having a mechanical.
Froomey is mad.
Vincenzo has seen him having the mechanical and chosen just that moment......
Some people don't behave in the proper spirit of the Tour, thinks Froomey.
(Some people are inspired by the DOG)
Vincenzo wins the Stage and the glory.
And this should tell you something.
It is at least eight tenths possible to know what is going to happen.
Unless someone is lying.
Let's just say everyone is tired.
Vincenzo Nibali however has an advantage.
The Eight Tenths Knowing Dog has predicted......
.....but shh! It is best not to broadcast, in case it should change the outcome.
Although we know that Sweezus overheard something interesting yesterday...
...and he has told Gaius, and Gaius has told Arthur, and naturally Arthur has told Pablo.
But Pablo hasn't told anyone, because he admires Vincenzo Nibali, and wants to keep it a secret.
Vincenzo attacks.
Go Vincenzo!
Froomey is having a mechanical.
Froomey is mad.
Vincenzo has seen him having the mechanical and chosen just that moment......
Some people don't behave in the proper spirit of the Tour, thinks Froomey.
(Some people are inspired by the DOG)
Vincenzo wins the Stage and the glory.
And this should tell you something.
It is at least eight tenths possible to know what is going to happen.
Unless someone is lying.
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