I’ve been thinking back on the year. What an amazing 12 months it’s been for me.

This year I’ve celebrated my 10th wedding anniversary with my beautiful wife and become an uncle for the first time.

I’ve made new friends and had great times with old ones. My business has been successful and I’ve worked harder than at any other time in my life.

Despite this I’ve carved out more time to spend with my wonderful son, helping out at after-school clubs and on school trips.

I’ve lost over 6 stone in weight and I’m now lighter than I’ve been since I was about 14 years old (I was a heavy kid). I’m fitter than I’ve ever been in my life. I have an actual six pack. I’ve ridden 2000 miles on my bike this year.

I’d like to thank everyone who’s cheered me on this year. Obviously Nicki and Miles but also everyone who supported me online and in person in what’s been a life-changing year for me. Your kind words, Likes, comments and general cheerleading have made a big difference and I really appreciate it.

2013 has a lot to live up to but I’m really excited to see what more I can achieve in the next 12 months.

Cheers.

If you want to discuss, I'm @peterjlambert

Jet2 wing

After half of a fairly fitful night’s sleep the opening strains of The Band’s Cripple Creek burst from the alarm clock like a slate sliding down the roof. We are awake and ready to go on holiday. A few final items are packed, teeth brushed and we’re on the road, riding through the dark to West Yorkshire for a departure from Leeds Bradford International Airport to Las Palmas, Gran Canaria.

The “Security Theatre” at regional airports such as this is unlike those at major hubs. There are no radiation backscatter machines or stern looking men with submachine guns. Here it’s more like a “Security Music-hall”; an entertaining floorshow played out by kind, elderly gentlemen happy to joke around about charity shop donation as you load your hand-luggage, belt and shoes into a plastic tray to be x-rayed.

Airside at 8am is an odd sight. There are a choice of eateries, all busy with hungry travellers who started their holiday as soon as they left the house. By far the busiest is The Saltaire, a bar/restaurant simultaneously serving a gourmet cooked breakfast alongside a choice of beers, wines and spirits. I’m not really one to partake before lunch, but each to their own. We have to wait for a table. A woman, middle aged and travelling alone beckons us over.

“I’ll be gone in a minute”.

She picks up a pint of Pinot Grigio, decants it into a glass with ice and downs it in one. She repeats this until the pint glass is empty, only to pick up a second wine-filled pint glass and chug it without even the ice this time to ease the pain. She was wrong when she first spoke. It would seem she’d actually been gone for a while.

As we cram into a passenger bus and began chugging along the airfield to our battleship-grey Boeing 757-200 aeroplane I can’t help thinking that whilst doing an amazing job of democratising air travel, brands such as Jet2, RyanAir and EasyJet have stripped away the majority of the glamour from this pursuit. Not that I ever travelled in the ‘golden age’ but in my mind flying through the air at great speeds to sunnier climes is wonderful and scientifically magical. I’m brought back to earth with a bump (not literally, hopefully) when I realise that I’ve sat on more comfortable seats in bus stations. I suppose we get what we pay for. Mercifully the leg room isn’t too bad and there’s still a chance I might be able to stand up and walk away when we land in the Canary Islands.

The three of us have a bank of seats together, Miles on the window, me on the aisle and Nicki nestled between.

In the opposite bank are two women who I’m sure would rather be referred to as ‘girls’, clearly on holiday for a rare good time and who blatantly started their drinking in the airport an hour or so previously. An unfortunate man in his mid-twenties is annexed from his own family and takes the aisle seat next to them. As soon as the plane is in the air they order champagne. As that’s delivered they rope in the reluctant young man by requesting a glass for him. He had no choice, he would tell me later. As the bubbly is poured they order two G&T’s each to supplement. An hour into the flight and they’re falling about. The man, himself now doubling up on Gaymers cider and Jack and Cokes, is starting to regret his seating arrangement. The ‘girls’ are getting rowdy. Another half hour and it’s started taking a turn for the worse. A foam-filled travel pillow has been burst, showering the man (now visibly fed up) and one of them is making proper use of the sick bags.

Whilst the hapless young man is now the butt of the majority of his family’s jokes, his partner is taking a different view, blaming him for sitting there in the first place before threatening to smack his drinking buddies. It’s kicking off and eventually he sees sense and moves, forcing his younger brother to take his place. A member of the flight crew approaches and tells the girls, now not just drunk but gearing up for a fight with a pretty tough looking North-Eastern girl, to calm down and get some sleep or risk being forced to sit separately. They’ve already been told to stay behind after class to help the staff clear up the snowstorm of tiny foam balls shed across the plane by their exploding pillow. They look suitably chided but I have a feeling this wont be the end of it. Everyone’s praying: “Not in my hotel”.

“Any further drinks, snacks or beverages?” asks the attendant as she wheels the trolley down the aisle again, hoping to deprive travellers of any remaining Sterling after the almost ceaseless onslaught of ‘services’ that have been hawked since we took off. The girls aren’t getting any though. They try, but even these in-flight sales champions have to draw the line somewhere. A minor skirmish ensues but it blows over. You can’t beat flight crew. They’ve seen worse things than many of us can imagine.

As the pilot announces twenty minutes to landing, the next phase of drunkenness commences. Both girls all of a sudden come down with a sudden case of remorse. They bawl their eyes out and requested the attention of the cabin crew member (Mel) who’d taken the brunt of their behaviour so far, so that they can apologise. By the third time of being called, this time because girl #1 couldn’t stop girl #2 from crying, Mel is at the end of her tether. To her credit she doesn’t lose her temper but makes it clear she won’t be coming back to see them anymore, that she isn’t their mother and she can’t do anything to help with the crying. Remorse quickly turns back into aggression as the girls start on the young brother now sat next to them, mocking his accent and winding him up.

The seatbelt lights switch on and we begin our descent. The teenage target of their abuse is now forced to endure it until we reach the terminal building. He couldn’t. He waits until the moment the wheels hit the ground before unclipping his seatbelt and storming up the plane shouting obscenities. Cabin crew shout at him to take his seat and I have visions of the plane being boarded by armed Policia before we could alight. Thankfully he is talked off the ledge and retakes his perch before anti-terrorism protocol is invoked. He is the first off the plane when the time comes though, and I don’t blame him.

As we step out into the instantly recognisable heat of a Spanish airport, we put this entertaining journey behind us. I can’t avoid the thought that poor Mel and her crew of happy flight attendants will be look after a giddy, drunk, aggressive and emotional pair of too-old-to-be-called-girls girls on every flight they attend in their career. And for that, I take my hat off to them. For me it’s just two performances of holiday entertainment separated by a week in the sun. But I’m not the one who has to clean up the sick, the empty bottles and the snowstorm.

If you want to discuss, I'm @peterjlambert

Lionel-o-lantern

A couple of Halloweens ago I used a recipe I found on the BBC Food website for a rather splendid Chicken and Pumpkin Couldron. I blogged about it on my What I had for my tea blog (no longer maintained). A tasty stew cooked and served in the shell of the pumpkin. The BBC has since deemed to break the internet and has taken to recipe down. Fortunately I had a copy printed out in the kitchen drawer so I’ve retyped it and am posting it here for seasonal posterity.

Chicken and Pumpkin Couldron

Serves 4-6

Ingredients

  • 1 pumpkin, 25cm in diameter
  • 2tbsp olive oil
  • 6 chicken thighs, skinned, boned, chopped
  • 2 leeks, sliced
  • 1 clove garlic, peeled and crushed
  • 2 red peppers, sliced
  • 120g/4oz smoked streaky bacon
  • 30g/1oz plain flour
  • 570ml/1pt chicken stock
  • 1 bay leaf
  • 1 cinnamon stick
  • 2tbsp fresh parsley, chopped
  • salt and pepper

Method

Chicken and Pumpkin Couldron - Served

  1. Heat oven to 190C/375F/Gas mark 5
  2. Top the pumpkin and deseed. Cut away/scoop out flesh from inside making sure you don’t cut through the skin. Dice the flesh into 1cm cubes.
  3. Heat oil in a large pan and quickly fry the chicken until golden. Remove the chicken from the pan and set aside.
  4. Add the leeks, garlic, peppers and bacon to the pan and cook for 3-4mins until vegetables are starting to soften. Stir in the flour and cook for 1min. Stir in the stock, bring to the boil and season well. Add the chicken, pumpkin cubes, bay leaf and cinnamon stick.
  5. Pour the mixture into the pumpkin and put the lid on. Lightly oil the skin of the pumpkin and place on a baking sheet.
  6. Bake in the oven for 45 minutes until the chicken is cooked through and the stew is piping hot.
  7. Stir in the parsley and serve straight from the Couldron.

Note: if you want a vegetarian Couldron, leave out the chicken and bacon and add some butter beans with other root vegetables such as carrots, swedes and parsnips.

If you want to discuss, I'm @peterjlambert

A friend got in touch to bend my ear about cycling. He’s recently committed to a long distance charity bike ride and wanted my advice on where to start with equipment, clothing and training. I’m no expert but I’ve been in a similar situation that led to cycling being a big part of my life. My email response to him was rather lengthy but I thought it might be of benefit to other newcomers to cycling so I’ve reworked it a little and published it here.

I got into mountain biking about 12 years ago but never particularly seriously. I played around at the local trail centre and had the odd adventure but it never really took over my life. About 3 years ago a friend of a friend mentioned that he was doing a charity 100 mile road ride in the Summer. I immediately said I’d join him, put slick tyres on my mountain bike and got into training for the event in 6 months time. I lasted about a fortnight before I went out and bought my first road bike (a Trek 1.5).

Since then I’ve got deeper and deeper into road cycling, upping my distance year on year and amassing more and more gear, experience and fitness. This year has been especially active. Combining training on the bike with trying to lose weight (I’ve lost 5st now, don’t ya know) I got fitter and faster, which meant I lost more weight, and got fitter and faster. Nice and reciprocal. You can keep an eye on my cycling activities on Strava.

My friend is in a similar place to where I was 3 years ago. With little experience of cycling he’s committed to a long-distance charity bike ride. What follow are opinions I’ve garnered through my own experience over the last few years. It’s incomplete and covers only the bare essentials, especially when it comes to ‘things that you can buy’, but getting into cycling would only be half the fun you were aware of everything from the beginning.

Things you’ll need

A Bike

My advice here would be to definitely buy a proper road bike. Don’t be tempted to buy a ‘more versatile’ hybrid/commuter bike just in case you don’t like road cycling. You’ll end up paying twice when you inevitably decide you need a dedicated road bike. You’ll get so much more benefit from having the right tool for the job.

If you’re feeling flash and you have the cash buy carbon fibre, but you by no means need it. Alloy bikes are plenty light and at entry level you’ll get a much better quality alloy bike than you will a cheap carbon one. And besides, you won’t want to spend all your money on bike. There’s a lot of other stuff to get. A lot of other stuff!

There are tremendous bargains to be had from online retailers like Ribble, Wiggle, or Chain Reaction but you need to know exactly what you need first. A local bike shop will be able to advise you on the best fitting bike for your size and requirements and a good relationship with a local bike shop is priceless, especially if you don’t want to do all your own maintenance. They’ll also be able to offer you deals on accessories. For a first bike, I’d recommend going local, even if it costs a little more. If you live somewhere with a lot of bike shops like me, visit them all. Get advice from friends and the internet about which shops offer the best service and get to know them yourselves. I can’t stress the benefit of being friendly with your LBS enough.

Now’s the time of year to be buying a bike. Bike shops are heavily discounting old stock to make way for the new year’s models. September/October is prime bargain-hunting time and not just for bikes; clothing and accessories go cheap too.

Clothing

This is probably the most jarring step to take. You need lycra. You can try wearing a t-shirt and baggy shorts if you want but you’ll be uncomfortable and sweaty and you’ll get a tremendously sore arse really quickly. Get lycra. Embrace it. You’ll feel self-conscious to start with (especially if, like I was, you’re on the larger side) but after you’ve tottered into the office in your cycling gear a couple of times people stop taking notice. The comfort benefits of wearing the right gear far outweigh the embarassment.

For Summer riding you’ll need:

  • Cycling jersey – With pockets on the back.
  • Padded bib-shorts – Look like Giant Haystacks in this stylish leotard.
  • Gell padded fingerless mitts.
  • Shoes (I’ll come to this)
  • Helmet (Obviously – don’t fight it. It’s saved my life)
  • Socks
  • Windproof/water-resistant shell jacket

In Winter you can supplement that with:

  • Long sleeve jersey and/or decent arm warmers
  • Bib-tights/longs
  • Warmer gloves and socks
  • Decent base layer

There’s plenty of other stuff you’ll need but you’ll discover that as you come to it. There are myriad clothing choices, especially for Winter, but you can make do with the above and then discover what else you like or need.

Shoes and pedals

You probably won’t get pedals with your road bike (unless you buy from a local bike shop who’ll sell you them separately). I’ve been told this is because of some EU health and safety rule. Technically, having pedals on the bike makes them dangerous as the distance between the front wheel and the pedals is such that if you turn the wheel sharply you could catch your toes against the wheel. Never happens and I don’t know how true it is, but there you go.

So you’ll need to make a decision on pedals (and matching shoe choice). There are three options here:

  1. Flat pedals – Like you always used on your bike as a kid. Easy option but not the best for pedalling efficiency due to lack of connectedness. Toe-clips would help but they’re fiddly and not ideal. The benefit of flat pedals is that you don’t need cycling-specific shoes.
  2. MTB clipless pedals – (Shimano SPD, Crank Brothers, etc) Clipless is a misnomer as you actually clip into these. They’re an easy option for beginners and they’re easy to get in and out if as they’re double-sided. You wear special shoes with cleats attached to the ball of the foot which connect directly to the pedals and disengage with a twist of the heel. Mountain bike shoes generally have a tread so you can get off and walk. You might need this when you start hitting the hills until your fitness improves.
  3. Road clipless pedals – (Shimano SPD-SL, Look Keo, etc.) These offer a larger platform and better power transfer. Using these you’ll be more firmly connected to the bike. They take some getting used to and you’re more likely to topple over at traffic lights because you forget to unclip.

I was already used to riding SPD clipless pedals on my mountain bike so I went straight into road cycling with Look Keo pedals and road shoes. Because of my initial lack of fitness and strength, the walking up big hills took its toll on the shoes and soft-wearing cleats.

My advice for someone who’s never used clipless pedals before would be to try them, but try the mountain bike variant to begin with.

Tools and Accessories

There’s stuff you’ll need. There’s stuff you’ll need to carry with you on every ride and there’s stuff you’ll need in the shed.

On the bike

  • At least one spare tube
  • Self adhesive patches (for if you run out of tubes)
  • Mini pump – Possibly one that takes a CO2 canister for quick re-inflation
  • Tyre levers
  • Multi tool (with a decent selection of hex-keys and a chain tool)
  • Two water bottles with energy drink in at least one

You might also like

  • A bike computer – measure speed, distance etc. Useful for training. You can get iPhone apps to track this but your phone will be in your pocket. Don’t get a handlebar mount for your phone. They’re all rubbish and your phone will hit the tarmac at 20mph. Eventually you will get a GPS and become a statistics fanatic. Like me.

In the shed

  • Track pump with pressure gauge – You’ll want to top up your tyre pressure before every ride.
  • Chain lube – Synthetic lube for the chain.
  • Spray lube (TF2, GT85 or similar) – To drive water out of components and keep your frame shiny and protected.
  • Cleaning rags – Free. Look in your wardrobe.
  • Cleaning fluid (Muc-off or similar).

Nutrition

Nutrition is quite personal but you’ll get to know what you need. Energy drinks, bars and gels are pretty essential but not necessarily all at the same time. I used to take two bottles of energy drink, a couple of gels and maybe an energy bar but I was over-feeding. The health benefit of cycling was negated. I was probably actually putting on weight by going cycling. These days I ride with a single bottle of energy drink and one of water, a banana and a little pouch of nuts and raisins in case I’m really struggling, but I rarely touch these and probably wouldn’t eat the banana on a ride under 40 miles. You’ll get to learn your own fuelling requirements over time and many errors where you either don’t eat the right stuff or not enough. You’ll feel absolutely terrible but you’ll learn lessons.

I can’t recommend any particular energy drink. There are loads of brands and they’ll all affect you differently. You’ll find some too sweet and some will give you terrible gas. I prefer SiS Go Electrolyte (Watermelon flavour). It’s light and refreshing. Buy sample packs or individual pouches of powder before you shell out £20+ on a tub.

Before a ride, it’s fairly standard. A good breakfast of porridge or cereal with banana and sultanas for energy. If it’s something bigger you might want to supplement that with some low-salt peanut butter on wholemeal toast. This is what I do. You may find a different path.

After a ride you need to refuel but be careful not to over do it. It’s tempting to eat a packet of biscuits and a couple of doughnuts. You’d be much better off with a big pile of scrambled eggs and tomatoes with some wholemeal toast. The aim is to help your muscles recover. Eat properly after a ride and you’ll feel great the next day. Don’t and you’ll hardly be able to walk.

I’ve tried recovery drinks such as SiS Rego. These are good and they do work, but they’re not cheap and I prefer using actual good food.

Training

If you’re going to start cycling in Autumn/Winter you’ll find this difficult. Dark nights and bad weather mean you’re going to have to be pretty dedicated. You can do it though, and your body will thank you for it come the spring, when your fitness is already up and you’ve got the strength in your legs to really take advantage of the better climate.

I’ve never really had a training plan so-to-speak. I just ride as often as I can for as long as I can afford the time. In that first year though I was putting in a couple of rides a week. Initially about 20 miles but slowly building up the distance. By the summer I was riding 60-80 mile rides regularly and further on some weekends.

If you can find somebody to train with then it’s a fantastic aid, especially if they’re better than you. Having riders around you who are more experienced and faster really pulls you on. They’ll force you to ride just out of your comfort zone and this will make you better. They’re also a great source of advice for technique, diet and equipment. Otherwise you might want to join a local club or chaingang. Ask at your local bike shop about local cycling clubs.

At a push, I reckon you can ride 50% further than you think you can ride at any point in time, so don’t worry too much about being ready for the big event you’re training for. Obviously, the more you train and the further you ride, the better prepared you are but if you can comfortably ride 80% of the distance you’re targeting then you should have no problem on the day.

It’s tempting to avoid the hills and tell yourself that you’ll do them when you get fitter. Guess what: You only get better at riding up hills by riding up hills. There is no other training for riding up hills.

Push yourself. If you get back from a ride and you’re not wheezing and spluttering, you haven’t gone hard enough. You’ll learn to love this feeling of achievement and physical sickness. Trust me.

Over the last year I’ve been using Strava to keep track of all my activity and cycling achievements. Seeing the stats presented in that way, and following other local riders who are on the same roads as me has been a real inspiration and has helped me to get better.

Shopping

This is an area I’m very familiar with. I spend about 70% of my week surfing these sites.

Reading

Buy magazines such as Cycling Weekly, Cycling Plus and Cycling Active, all available from your local newsagent or supermarket. You might find you don’t like the style of one or other but you’ll generally fit into at least one of their demographics.

Sites such as Road.cc and Cycling Weekly have great news, reviews and forums. Follow them on Twitter and/or Facebook too.

Wrap up

This little email to a friend turned into quite an essay, but as I said at the beginning of the post, it’s incomplete. I’ve missed loads out here and if you’ve got any questions or feel like I could offer advice, please don’t hesitate to contact me on Twitter @peterjlambert and I’ll do all I can. I absolutely don’t mind talking about this stuff. You might have worked that out already.

I hope this little blog post will be helpful to you if you’re considering starting cycling, and I especially hope it hasn’t put you off.

If you want to discuss, I'm @peterjlambert

On the morning of Saturday May 19th, 2012 I awoke with a hangover. The previous night I’d been drinking in York with some friends and now felt truly awful, not just because of the booze and its after effects but because on a number of occasions on that night out that I’d been made aware of just how big a guy I was. Nothing mean or nasty was said. It was something I’d actually been bringing up myself, almost as an icebreaker. “I’m Pete. I’m the big guy”. I realised I’d been doing this on nights out for a while.

That Saturday morning, 100 days ago from today, I got out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and stood on the bathroom scales. The needle swung round and pointed to 20st 1lb (281lbs / 127.5kg). I’d stood on the scales at the pub the night before as part of my self-deprecation (a ‘guess my weight’ bet – they lost). On those pub scales the needle hit the stopper. My weight had literally gone off-the-scale.

With a hangover like this my normal routine would be a big breakfast followed by biscuits until I’d taken in enough sugar to make me feel better about myself. But I made a decision to stop right there and then. I didn’t want to wait until Monday, or until we’d run out of crisps in the cupboard. I was putting an end to it.

Before I’d even eaten breakfast I’d launched whatever text-editing app I was favouring at the time on my phone and made a bulleted list with the heading: “Manifesto for Personal Change – May 2012”. I didn’t mean it to sound so grand or pompous, but I was hungover and determined.

The list read as follows:

  • Early to bed
  • Early to rise
  • Cycle in the morning
  • No bread, beer or biscuits
  • No wine
  • Smaller portions
  • Leave food on the plate
  • No bakery
  • Walk or cycle everywhere
  • Stay away from potatoes
  • More fish
  • Protein
  • No coffee or tea after lunch
  • Drink lots of water
  • Smaller plate
  • Green tea
  • Acai?
  • Switch mobile off in the evening
  • Lose 4st by Christmas

A lot of that list is nonsense. I’ll say it again, I was pretty hung over. It wasn’t definitive or final (although I promised myself I wouldn’t remove anything from the list, only add to it over time). I knew that I wouldn’t be able to stick to it faithfully but I was going to try my best to prove myself wrong on that count. I also knew that my target of losing 56lbs was hugely unrealistic, let alone losing it before the end of the year. If I’d set myself an easy goal though I would have hit it quickly and then relaxed. The idea behind this gargantuan task was to force me into a prolonged effort.

I’ve never been an unfit person and I’m assured by others that I’ve never looked my weight. I’ve always enjoyed sport and for the past few years I’ve been a keen cyclist, regularly riding 100-150miles a week in the Summer months, but I’ve never lost weight doing that. I enjoy sport and upping my levels and frequency of exercise wasn’t going to be a problem for me but it wasn’t even half the battle. I ate too much and drank too much and all of the wrong stuff.

I could have picked a diet out of a book or from one of my wife’s magazines but I’ve done diets before and whilst I’ve lost weight on them, it’s crept back on afterwards. This time it needed to be more than a diet. It needed to be a lifestyle change. I would stop eating processed things, choosing instead to eat fresh and whole foods. I didn’t go for particularly low-fat or low-calorie choices (snacking on nuts and raisins and having salads with oily fish such as mackerel and sardines. I use plenty of good olive oil.) but I went from eating because there was food available to eating because the food was nice. My diet for the last 100 days has been pretty much what you see in the list. I’ve had the odd beer or glass of wine and I’ve started eating bread again now (although only wholemeal and not very much) but that part of the ‘manifesto’ has largely been followed through on. I haven’t been hungry and I haven’t missed a thing. Willpower hasn’t been an issue because I wasn’t actually depriving myself of anything. I’ve eaten good, tasty food (thanks in most part to my lovely wife, Nicki).

I’ve made mistakes along the way. I learned pretty quickly about the importance of taking in enough calories to get you through the day. A 23cal cup of rehydrated miso soup does not a lunch make.

I upped my exercise, cycling 30-40 miles a day, every day for the first couple of weeks. The frequency of these rides has gone down now but the effort is higher. I use Strava to log my cycling performance and it’s clear how much fitter and faster I’ve been getting. As my weight goes down, I get faster up the hills. As I get faster up the hills, I feel I can push harder. As I push harder I get fitter and lose more weight. A very happy circle. I’m getting a healthy tan, but only on my arms. My short-sleeve tan-line is razor-sharp.

My energy levels went up from the first week. The effect of these changes to my diet and lifestyle were immediately evident. I’ve never been happier.

I lost 14lbs in the first week. By the end of the second week I’d lost the second stone. Clothes were getting very baggy and I needed new jeans. The losses slowed down from then but not by much. My third stone had gone by the middle of July and with it, another pair of jeans went to the charity shop. Another thing I learned was that it’s not worth spending money on expensive clothes while you’re losing weight. Matalan is your friend. In the last 100 days I’ve gone from a 42” waist to a 36”. I’m now buying t-shirts in a medium or maybe a large rather than an XL or XXL.

I hit my original goal of losing 56lbs on August 20th a week later I’ve knocked another 7lbs off. I’m going to keep going. I’m now targetting a 6st loss overall, which I know is ridiculous and if I get to a point on the way there when I feel like I’m at my ideal weight, I’ll stop, but for now I’m carrying on. I feel great and know that this short effort now to change my habits will have long-lasting positive effects on my health.

I’m probably always going to be the big guy. I’m 6’4” and I’ll never be slight in appearance, that’s just genetics. But I’m much happier being this fit, healthy and happy big guy than the big guy who got drunk in York that night in May.

If you want to discuss, I'm @peterjlambert

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