I had a number of titles that came to mind while riding home.

1. In the shit
2. F**king chav dog owners
3. Reasons for mudguards in Summer

Anyway, while riding down an extremely fast, long and flowing descent into Leatherhead I picked up an unwanted passenger and promptly sat in it!

Only when I stopped to cross the road did the smell hit me, yuk! Sure enough, I’d ridden through some dog shit with my rear wheel and it must have hit my arse while out of the saddle. What a mess. Good job I wasn’t far from home and a big thanks to Jem for giving me a quick wipe down with a discarded newspaper.

Although quite what the motorists thought to see one man bending over at the side of the A24 while another rubbed a newspaper over his arse is another story all together.

As a mate at work is fond of saying “is it Saturday night already?”