When 3,000 naked cyclists photobomb your wedding

What do you do when you collapse on a golf course and apparently stop breathing for three minutes? Well, you clamber out of your hospital bed, put on a pair of your loudest duds and turn up to play the following day smoking a cigarette. John Daly wasn’t about to let a pesky little lung…

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When espionage goes wrong… and other bad days at the office

Imagine for a moment you’re a South African cricket tactician. You’ve gone to the trouble of compiling a dossier on your Kiwi opponents, their batting weaknesses and how to bowl to them. You scribble the name of your most lethal bowler at the top of your handiwork, shove it under his hotel room door and…

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Cycling still full of dopes

We’re halfway through the Tour de France and so far the toll is a stack of crashes, torn lycra, scrapes and broken bones. Plus one rider busted for cocaine and one for EPO. Now bikes are being randomly checked for hidden motors inside the frames. That’s right, mechanical doping is said to be the latest…

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Friday funnies: And the numpty of the week is…

You have to wonder at the particular brand of knuckle-headedness that governs cycling. This week, at the Giro d’Italia, there was a positive story to be had. Not the failed drug test kind of positive but a solid gold good news story. Worthy of a Chariots of Fire soundtrack. That good. The scene opens on…

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