This is my dream. I was on the phone to Cadel Evans. He was at the TdF, we were arranging to go for a ride the next day. I mentioned to him that I was going paragliding that evening & he said he’d always wanted to do that & asked if he could meet me at the beach bar near the paragliding place afterwards. So I went paragliding & it was great fun, then I went to the bar afterwards. There were loads of BMC people there & they just chatted to me as if they knew me. Then Cadel came in & even though I’d never met him before, he knew who I was & came over to me. He said Hi to everyone then plied me away from everyone & took me to a table out the way. As I went to sit down, he pinned me against the table & snogged me. I was a bit surprised but kissed him back. He went to get some drinks & the waitress came over to me & told me off. She said what do you think you’re doing??? Girls like you make me sick, then walked off. Cadel came back with a tray, 2 shot glasses & a bottle. He poured this pink stuff into the glasses. I giggled at him & said you trying to get me drunk. He winked at me. We were chatting & drinking, then I said to him aren’t you supposed to be winning a bike race tomorrow in reference to how much he was drinking, but he said he was fine. I was just about to ask him about our bike ride together when a young teenage boy turned up with Robel (Chiara wasn’t there though). Then somehow we were at what can only be described as an estate of hotels where all the riders kids were staying & George Hincapie was arguing with his teenage son (have no idea if he has a teenage son) ‘cos his son wanted to stay in a dossy hotel rather than the nice posh one his dad had paid for for him.