This week we catch up on the sexiest named race in cycling, Sarah laments her terrible style of fandom, I reveal not one but two new crazy ideas to unleash on the cycling world (Hint: One involves revenge on airlines). It's also possible that I owe Emma Pooley an apology for perhaps suggesting she could be compared to a (Terry Pratchett style) dwarf. Or maybe that's not what I said at all. At one point I do confess as to which cast member of The Breakfast Club I am and I also confess to not knowing much of sweet fuck all about the Australian olympic team. Links to previous editions: Week 1 Week 2 Week 3 And lastly, the song about United that I mentioned.