Are you ready to cycle 155 miles? Do you know when and how to get to the start? Do you know how many pubs there are en route? Do you know what to bring? To find out this and much more check out the freshly updated 1 month anniversary cycle UK web pages.

I'm going to be raising money for Tommy's, a charity that undertakes research to help children to be born and to be born healthy. And no - they don't sponsor personal sperm donors. My target is £1 per mile - £155 in total and Nix and I will be setting up a web page with them to accept online donations.

Finally, in all of your training and on the big occassion, take care on those busy roads.

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Sun 05 Jun 08:50pm: blimy some ones got a grudge with the old newcastle supporters. (Popster)

Marty has been quietly turning his pedals over the last few weeks but, being senior and afraid of computers, has been doing himself a sweaty mile-o-meter disservice and not reporting it. Well from my recollections of phone calls over the last few weeks he's done a 20, a 30 and a 40 followed the next day by a 27. So let's congratulate him and add 117 to the mileometer.

First trip out in April and what a morning to pick bright blue sky and just the right temp.
Did 30 miles and we both felf fine, week off next week. brap brap!!!!!!!!!!

Get yourselves a motorbike, then you can do 100mph, its much better than that pedaling milarky ! you daft buggers.

...to somewhere in particular and boy does each mile count

Redd spends some quality time with his gramps.

As the time of the year approaches chocolate is high on many childrens christmas list but some it couldn't come soon enough. Little Caitlin only 13 months old couldn't believe her luck when she stumbled across a bag of milk buttons which her mum accidently left on her bedroom floor - some would say accident or other s may feel they were left there on purpose but never the less little Caitlin took full advantage and scoffed nearly the whole bag before mum knew what she was up too...cheeky monster lol

Maybe its because I brought a coffee at the station this morning or maybe it was the excitment of another photo shoot shopping spree, but I was much more alert on the tube this morning than I usually am, so I thought I'd blog about it. I got to Loughton station earlier than usual to find a much bigger crowd of ETT's (experienced tube travelers) and I couldn't help but notice how ETT's (which include myself of course!) gather in herds around the "mind the gap" floor signs (all ETT's know this is where the doors open). It seems that people don't care or mind about personal space during the difficult but essential 'Seat Challenge". The train pulls in and we all prepare ourselves for the challenge to start - bags are pulled over shoulders and newspapers put under arms. As the train pulls to a stop, the herds at each "mind the gap" point shuffle along to the right slightly to ensure the essential spot directly outside the door. The key is to be to the right of the door because the door opens from the right ensuring you are one of the first into the carriage. Many ETT's don't wait for the door to fully open but rather wait until its open just enough for the body to fit through. The chase for the seats is a sight to behold - much more than a walk but not quite a run, focus on the goal without looking too desperate, try not to be near anyone who might need it more than you. I completed the seat challenge this morning and surprisingly there was even one seat left so when we arrived at Buckhurst Hill, two people from different doors closed in on it like two lions going for the same prey. The lion that wins would never look up in case eye contact is made with the other lion who is silently growling at the loss, instead newspaper/book/ipod comes out at super speed. When we arrived at Bank, a gentleman jumped on the carriage as the doors were closing and, unfortunately for him, got the flap on his rucksuck caught in the bottom of the door (how? Exactly). The door wouldn't close and the poor guy was desperately trying to release his rucksack, but to no avail. Everyone on the carriage, including myself, just watches him. No offer of help, no coming to the rescue. Why does this happen? Fear of losing "the seat"? With the repeated sounds of "mind the doors", "mind the doors", I decide to get up and help but still the rucksuck won't come free. The sounds of tutting from the carriage increases (Comedian Michael McIntyre says that tutting is British people's way of saying "pr1ck" silently) and the gentleman's embarrassement increases even more. His forehead looks sweaty. Some-one tells us to push the emergency button and talk to the driver and my anxiety goes through the roof. I don't want to be centre of attention on the tube and certainly not the cause of a delay. So I tell him to do it and abandon him, back to my seat.....which has been taken by another lion.