So today I was marshalling a cycling race all day and oh my God, they made it 78 miles. Some of them set out at 8am and I was still sending them back for the final nine miles at 5pm. They really, really deserved the barbecue that was waiting for them.
I absolutely abused the barbecue, too, but that's not the point.
(Have we already done this one?)
(I feel like we have.)
(It's Adele, fam, it's cool.)
