Desole, our Pap is being dragged from his Aussie comfort and forced to un-emigrate, his sentence to be served in the morass of Montpellier in the south of Franc. There he will be forced to endure plages tres jolie, eglises ancienne, wine, cheese and a constant stream of sweaty cyclists. Sacre bleu, mes amies.

In honour of this sacrifice, I propose gathering for one last verre de vin at the Greengate Hotel next Tuesday night, so we can toast our comrade as he heads across the oceans.... there to set up Easy Riders Camargue Division. Looking forward to next year's TDF already.