This morning I woke up and, curiously, decided that I should go out for a ride on my bike. Ten years ago I could do thirty miles in a hearbeat. I lasted twelve minutes - that's optimistically rounding up - before a sore arse, sore wrists and a near coronary put paid to my endeavours. Oh well, that'll be it for another four years I suppose. I've since come to realise that you're no longer a regular rider when you have to blow up your tyres before every ride.