Arriving at road.cc in 2017 via 220 Triathlon Magazine, Jack dipped his toe in most jobs on the site and over at eBikeTips before being named the new editor of road.cc in 2020, much to his surprise. His cycling life began during his students days, when he cobbled together a few hundred quid off the back of a hard winter selling hats (long story) and bought his first road bike - a Trek 1.1 that was quickly relegated to winter steed, before it was sadly pinched a few years later. Creatively replacing it with a Trek 1.2, Jack mostly rides this bike around local cycle paths nowadays, but when he wants to get the racer out and be competitive his preferred events are time trials, sportives, triathlons and pogo sticking - the latter being another long story.
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He also looked very cool doing the punditry on the Giro.
That old 90's Team Halfords Ever Ready team kit that Wiggo has on is pretty awesome. Whatever you think of Wiggo, he's a very stylish rider.
It is taken from an unfortunate angle, though: "moobs like Jagger" springs to mind
Cycle Assist are clearly a firm to be avoided, without even the most basic knowledge about cycling, and completely disproved helmet stats.
DB goes for a haircut. He's wearing headphones. The barber (stylist, whatever!) sits him down, asks and then shouts for him to take the headphones off, but DB shakes his head. The barber perseveres until he finds he has to remove them to carry on his work. He takes them off - DB looks a little startled and collapses on the floor. The barber dials 999 and starts resuscitation. An ambulance arrives and they take DB away.
The barber, feeling a little traumatised, sits down and sees the headphones lying on the floor. He picks them up and has a listen.
"Breathe in, David. Breathe out, David"
I'll get my coat
He did actually complete a jigsaw. Took him about 4 hours and he was really chuffed because on the box it said, "4 to 6 years."
(Old ones are the best, right?)
You have made my morning.
Alex Ferguson calls David Beckham into his office.
'David,'he says, 'I'm worried about your performance the last few games. You've been hopeless, completely off form.'
'Sorry, boss', says David. 'I've not been myself lately. I've got a few problems at home.'
'Oh dear,' says Ferguson, pretending to care. 'What's up? Posh and Brooklyn okay?'
'Oh they're fine', says David. 'It's just that something's really bugging me and I'm losing sleep and everything. I can't concentrate on my football and it's really messing me up.'
'Whatever's the matter, David?' says Fergie.
'Well, boss', says David, it's pretty serious. You see I'm really stuck on this jigsaw and...'
'A jigsaw?!!!' shouts Alex. 'You're f......g up every time you play because of a bloody jigsaw?!!!'
'Yeah, boss, but you don't understand, it's really doing myhead in!' says David in that horrible whining voice. 'It's really hard and it's this picture of a tiger and it looks really good on the box and I'm sure I've got all the bits and everything but I just can't get it right and it's doing my head in and I even had my hair cut to try and cool my brain down and...'
'David, David, David,' says Ferguson. 'You've got to get a grip. It's affecting our games and nothing is as important as Manchester Uniteds' success, other than Roy Keane's wages, obviously.'
'Yeah, boss,' says David, 'but it's this picture of a tiger and it looks really good on the box and I really want to finish it but it's really hard and it's doing my head in and it's this picture..and it's a tiger and it's hard...and I can't make the bits fit and, er, it's really hard, er, boss and, er, it's a tiger, er,... on the box...er...boss.'
Ferguson waits until even Beckham realises he's repeating himself and has got nothing else to say which took a bit longer than usual. 'David,' he says, with that conceited, irritating, smug smile he uses for self-congratulatory post-match interviews. 'Bring the tiger jigsaw in and let's have a look at it. For Christ's sake, we've got to get you back to playing football.'
'Oh thanks, boss,' says David, 'that'd be really helpful 'cos it's really hard and it's a picture of a tiger and it's doing my head in, that tiger is.'
So David brings the jigsaw into Ferguson's office.
'Here it is, boss.' He says, showing Ferguson the picture on the box. 'Look, boss, it's this tiger, right, and it's a really good picture and everything but I just can't do it and it's really hard and it's doing my head in and it's this picture here of a tiger,' and Beckham empties all the pieces from the box all over Ferguson's desk.
'David,' sighs Ferguson, 'put the f*...g Frosties back in the box.'