James Delingpole James Delingpole

Netflix has struck gold: Tour de France: Unchained reviewed

It’s making me warm to cycling

Tour de France: Unchained (A.S.O./Pauline Ballet)

I’m ideologically opposed to bicycles for all the obvious reasons: they don’t have lovely big nostrils which you can blow across gently or stroke inside to feel the soft, delicate skin; they can’t jump hedges; and the kit you’re expected to wear on them is quite hideous – not a smart, black, 18th-century-looking coat but vile, garish, deeply unflattering and unsexy Lycra.

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