Spare a thought for those of us who live on the Tour de France route
Endless entourages of lycra-clad, middle-aged men wiggling their Lidl-advertising buttocks at you as they trundle up a mountain in a pack the length of an hgv with no opportunities to overtake while leaving them the required 1.5m
Each to their own and that but fuck me, yous have some fuckin grotesque bumcheeks