………….. and these bloody armchair wuses of protestors. Never see ‘em out in the middle of nowhere do ya. Ohhhhhhh no.

Prime pozzie they get, 1st class view of the race, proberlee in the shade, right outside the pub, nice and close to the toilets, a gournet Paella tuck shop just up the road a bit, and a frequent bus to get them home early in time for tea.

Never out in the middle of nowhere, with no phone reception, having to sit in the dirt and rocks all day, no cold beer, sunburnt to buggery and having to go crap behind a bush, and then having to walk home, after nobody takes any notice of them as they all wiz by on the bicycles.

‘uckin’ wusses, the lot of them.