In town this evening for dinner with an old friend in Soho... so I couldn't resist a walk down memory lane. 18 West Central Street to be precise. At the risk of sounding slightly mawkish, with all the pain and turmoil in my life this past year, standing outside the empty shell that was once The End nightclub made me realise how happy and contented I was during my tenure; I was part of something greater than the sum of its parts. I honestly hope that the building is never torn down.
It's a cruel cruel world when a superhuman like Mike Hall checks out. The absolute worst news to wake up to. One of those people who you could truly believe were invincible. Mike, I remember when I "briefly met" you in June 2014. You were racing the TransAm and leading the pack, you tore past me on a mountain decent in Virginia with a huge grin on your face and waved at me, whilst I was struggling up. I stopped and thought to myself... "DAMN!". I wish I'd been able to turn and catch you, just to simply shake your hand. Thank you for all your moments of inspiration, brilliance, guts and the shear audacity of what you achieved, you showed us all what cycling should be about. You most certainly got me dreaming bigger... RIP #mikehall "Nothing that is worth having ever comes easy" 🚴🏻🌍🇬🇧
Just been out and about with the ol' partner in crime! Ninjaaaaas