Last week I went to see Emerald Fennell's new film Saltburn, which I found ok, but slightly annoying due to its lack of a proper class criticism, but also incredibly cringeworthy. I spent most of the film with my hands over my eyes, such was the level of discomfort, as I normally do when watching cyclists dance, or do anything other than cycle. You'll see more of that below.
I think it's great that professional cyclists can go about their off-season without too much scrutiny, a nice change from the bombardment that footballers get if they stray from being a model pro for even just a second. It does mean, however, that we have to witness them doing things like dancing sometimes. And we just have to cope with that.
