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Well that's nice. Two page spread in Cycling Weekly using one of my photos from Irvine on Sunday. 

Hectic day, with a heck of a lot done in the morning, mainly because I was meeting Ken to go and see, finally, Spectre. Seems they decided to throw every Bond cliche at the movie (not necessarily a bad thing, but still not as good as Casino Royale in Craig's oeuvre).

Aston car chase? Check.
Helicopter/boat chase? Check.
Airplane chase? Check.
Sex with a woman whose husband he's killed? Check.
Sex with a woman who has declared she hates Bond? Check.
Sex with a woman after a monumental fight? Check.
Evil villain lair in the middle of nowhere? Check.
Mountaintop medical facility? Check.
Villain disappearing with a timer running? Check.
OTT torture scene? Check.
Though there wasn't any skiing, despite the opportunity.

In the evening 40 bottles filled with spiced amber ale. Should be perfect timing for drinkability on Christmas Eve. Roughly 4.5%, can taste the slight orange hint, as well as the clove, allspice and cinnamon. Light on the hops. Hopefully fizz up nicely.