Happy, er, bit between Christmas and New Year. I watched Top Gear last night: that’s got to be the best episode they’ve made. Watching Jeremy Clarkson haring through the Vietnam streets in a purple suit on a scooter was the business. Watching him fall off said scooter was even better. Why? For the same reason I secretly enjoyed watching Ewan McGregor fall off his bike time and again – I just love watching anyone other than myself making an idiot of themselves on a bike. And it doesn’t happen often enough in my opinion.

Top Gear: the boys were on top form in Vietnam this week
But here’s the crux of the matter: why is it that everyone else gets back on their bike and carries on, bruising and scratches aside, and yet every time I’ve crashed a bike, it’s been unrideable? It’s got to be the way I lay it down, because none of my mishaps has been at high speed, and yet the bike has always ended up in several more pieces than I was expecting.

