He may oscillate wildly at times, but Armstrong no doubt sees himself as the last of the international playboys. Riders like Landis and Hamilton may go around saying if there's something you'd like to try, all you have to do is ask me, ask me, ask me, but Armstrong will always maintain that omerta is the bond, the bond, the bond that will keep us together. The former, in their phone conversations would speak in picadilly palare to hide their interesting drugs, the ones that they took, the one's that really helped them. And then there's our Frank(ie) who pulled on a red pullover when he tried EPO and saw how the colours blend, my friend.
One day, we'll learn from Novitsky the queen is dead and it'll be the cemetry gates for Armstrong's legacy. Just like the shoplifters of the world, he'll learn that money changes everything. He'll be forced to admit to the world,
'I started something I couldn't finish because I just haven't earn't it yet, baby. I had a tough life as a kid and I guess barbarism begins at home, but I'm a sweet and tender hooligan. I'm going nowhere fast and although there may be panic on the streets of Dublin, Dundee, Humberside, I just want to say to my good friend William, it was really nothing. These things take time.'
Time now for a little interlude. It's sunny outside and I'll see you tomorrow, but I just hate it when everyday feels like sunday.