The Storm is coming, say the conspiracy theorisers whose grotesque imaginings terrified the country to attention this week. Maybe they're right.
Brad finished sixteenth in the individual pursuit and then a wonderful fourth in the points race behind the man who would one day be his road captain at Team Sky, Mick Rogers.
COME, Wat; be yare* with thy dues, man, and do na keep me waiting, or I shall be late to nonemeat.†
*Ready. †An afternoon meal.
Her rose sways, lifts from where she dropped it, / Enlarges, floats as though ripples propped it; / While visibly as on chill air breathing / Fragrance transforms to a rosy mist; / Which halo-sphere befilms with wreathing / Trails of pink and amethyst.
