Dreamt I pulled Wiggo clear of the peloton. He blew up the road to enjoy a game of football with the crowd, write a sweary article about recovery and have a lunch of cheese with Paul McCartney. I don’t recall who won but someone walloped Pantani with a metal spoon as he chased to get back to the leaders. The co-op was closing down too. I do not remember how Wiggo felt about that but he didn’t like the housing plans.