So it turns out that last week’s bold assertion…
“nobody has denounced Andrew Mitchell as a cyclist.”
…was contradicted by a classic ‘will this do?’ space-filler from Tony Parsons, who is mostly known for being Julie Burchill‘s child bride and his sub-Hornby formula novels. Doubtless Tony is tortured with envy and disappointment that he can’t follow his peer group onto high-end bikes without looking like he’s wheel-sucking Robert Elms.
It just goes to show that in this era of mixed messages not everyone is keeping up.
A second assertion from that post…
“that a posh person choosing to get about on an – insert compulsory adjective – humble bicycle is now a non-story”
But a third…
“that authority has trouble categorising bicycle-traffic”