TG-N

I'm sitting down and it is not friendly. The only thing that's worse is the thought of going to bed then waking up tomorrow when there will be 100% more pain. DO NOT WANT!!

Or perhaps cycling up Whitehall Road again. Oooh. Oooouwwch. AAARRRGH...wibble wibble crash!

Anyway, Team Gravy have cycled 30 miles today. This afternoon. Team Gravy, that is, minus the power of Nom (squared or otherwise). Team Gravy minus Nom (TG-N) have done (in order of ouch) Wibsey (Fromage) - Bierley - Oakenshaw - Wyke - Bailiff Bridge - Brighouse - Mirfield - Ravensthorpe - Heckmondwike - Spenborough - Cleckheaton (pub) - Oakenshaw - Bierley - Oakenshaw. Nom was probably wise.

We arrived at the Wickham Arms looking so pathetic that they were obliged to extend the food serving hours just for us. Mmm. Nom nom nom nom. Panini-licious. Of course, Veg was the only one to eat the salad - the Corporal just complained that his tortilla chips tasted 'bad' from touching the lettuce and cucumber (for bad - read 'healthy').

Fromage invested in a new water-bottle to go in his carrier, and a rear light that he has hitherto used for interrogation of Team Gravy. Also, a bottle of Gatorade (made from real Gators) that may well have saved his little cheesy life. Veg, on the other hand, for some strange reason, kept attracting old men. Hmmmm... Perhaps a comment on her advanced age?

Nom was very kind on our dramatic return ('Aaaargh! Ooouch! ZOMG WTF? * insert random internet geeky-pain stuffs here*) making us coffee and tea but being a bit short on the sympathy. Fromage had to get a taxi home from Veg/Nom Towers and Veg and Nom escorted the Corporal to Odd Barracks where Mrs Odd was sending out the Privates as it was getting dark (but enough on that later (hehehe...)