I find post night rides, wired, with no chance of sleep, to be the perfect time to catch up on
porn whatever I've recorded during the last week. The stuff that would get the eye-rolling, tutting, stern look, or flat-out refusal if tentatively suggested for an evenings communal viewing
So I watched the Armstrong Lie, then weird BBC4 cycling documentary Velorama last night. With a couple of ales. Sod getting up at 5. I don't know. You lot and your proper jobs?