The hardman had his day today. Always nice to see a beastly domestique take a Grand Tour stage. Adam Hansen does things his way. He’s pushing the aero boundaries for sure. 38cm handlebars and everything! He’s an Aussie that lives in the Czech Republic, focusing on the more quiet side of being a PRO. Check out the full carbon shoes he designed himself.
Apparently he also enough core exercises/ yoga to be able to hammer all day long on this setup. Dayum.
Things I learned while making the Lab Report transition.
It is possible to fail several times before 7 on a Monday morning. I didn’t shower or breakfast so I could leave the house and get to the Library before 7. I planned on going to Asda to get Breakfast and lunch. 24 hr Asda doesn’t open til 8 on a Monday. I’m sat in the library hungry and smelly. Fuh.
Cramming a lab report Monday night is not a lot of fun.
A “bink” is a bench in the north of England or Scotland.
A “bink” according to Urbandictionary is a snappily dressed person, or a thing/person of no worth or use.
The reason I work better for one 8 hour period than for eight 1 hour periods (or any other subdivision) is that it takes me about an hour to actually start studying (after planning what music I’m going to listen to, checking the cycling news, twitter, my blogs - even though nothing happens on them that I haven’t done myself, the windows (real ones), and generally sat there thinking, I should probably start studying now.
Asda own brand Gourmet Jelly Beans are not a patch on the Jelly Bean Factory ones.
I can’t successfully look out of the window and put a jelly bean in my mouth at the same time.
I’m having a hard time spelling this morning.
Stroop’s lesser known third experiment substituted a swastika in the place of on of the alphanumeric characters. (Cue third Reich/experiment pun…)
Typically, the one model I don’t understand in any given paper is the one model the author believes is the correct one.
Whirlpool is officially the crappest water move on Pokémon Crystal…
Rich Tea biscuits leave a nasty after taste when eaten at 3 in the morning,
I’m already feeling that post MotoGP season hole… If the last race in the F1 season is even nearly as exciting, I will eat my helmet.
Returning home from church on a Fast Sunday to empty cupboards is seriously depressing.