Of nose cones and podium dresses...

As you all know, I'm not able to watch the TdF as it happens, I have to catch up at the weekends (and please don't suggest I watch a live stream on the internet, the quality is so terrible that really, I'd rather not) so I'll re-direct you to Miss Fede's excellent blog for daily coverage.

Instead, I just tell you about the odd things that have caught my eye... and from yesterday's stage I'd like to share this new concept in Aerodynamic Nose-Cones:

Comments that come to mind:

1) It was raining, the roads were very slippery, they're going downhill, he's eating his sarney, and yet he chooses to adopt the madly-dangerous aero position. Kiddies, don't try this at home.

2) He's holding a tin-foil wrapped package between his teeth? Hmm, no fillings, then.


Secondly, Johny Hoogerland won the Polka Dot Jersey: but what on earth are the poor podium girls wearing?


We have laughed in the past about the terrible Polka Dot podium frocks - you remember, those ones with the huge skirts that looked like the result of an after-midnight, one-too-many-tequilas meeting between a lampshade and an upside down umbrella.

But at least they were memorable. Those ones look like - well, I don't really know WHAT they look like! Raincoats? "Frumpy" isn't the word.....

And then I found this - ok, I admit it, it's raining, I can't go to work, it's either waste time on the internet do research or do housework. And here I am.

 So, you think being a podium girl is all glamorous and lovely, huh?

How's this for a tasteful changing room?