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Chris Mearns died. A really nice man.

Bummer.

We went up Northumberland to say goodbye. Chris always said ‘We were Gods’ to his wife when she asked how a ride went. There are stickers.

That’s all really.

Oh, we all got really drunk and then rode bikes (the next day). I rode really fast up some steep hills. Having not ridden with people for a long time it’s hard to tell but it turned out that even when I’m just messing about I can climb up hills faster than lots of other people, who may well not have been trying also. Whatever, all this riding has made me quite fit.