As I probably always knew it would, having to write a review of Chris Froome's autobiography is proving a real headache. On paper the task looks surmountable:
1. Read the book
2. Write 300 word review of book
I finished reading it today (Wednesday), and I've got until next Tuesday to file my copy. In spite of these generous margins, I'm absolutely sweating cheddar. I keep mentally rewriting reviews in my head in the small hours when, without wishing to sound like my mother, I should be asleep. I'm going to have to nail my courage to the sticking place (whatever the fcuk that means).
Notwithstanding the fact that I'm pathetic - please wish me luck.
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