Three years ago, I was persuaded to do the Pedal for Scotland challenge from Glasgow to Edinburgh by friends who suggested it was a fun joint activity then failed to turn up.
It cost me hundreds, to buy a bike, a helmet, a pump, nasty padded shorts and to donate the sponsor money I was too embarrassed to ask others for.
It was a hellish experience – and my sensitive areas were traumatised, pounded like no man’s land in the Somme and I learned Vaseline does not prevent chafing.But two weeks ago, like half the country, I dusted off the bike and emerged into the city, while a neighbour took the p*ss and several pictures.Not since Dominic Cummings ventured on his Mr Magoo trip to Barnard Castle has there been a more dangerous addition to the