It’s been a tough week’s TV viewing here at Croft Towers.
By which I mean there have been two major races on and we’ve been juggling highlights of both.
Just last night, as the summit finish tension mounted on the screen, Mrs C was heard to say, I’m confused. Is this the Vuelta again, or the Tour of Britain?
The latter of those two has been a blast, coming literally past our front door yesterday (they resurfaced the road! 🙌🏻) and finishing with a double-ascent of our local mountain, The Tumble.
We, along with friends, our local cycling club and the rest of humanity, decided to ride up there to catch the atmosphere and the action. It was spectacular, especially when the kids from our club got to ride down the finishing straight through a wall of noise – that data will be embedded in their Thought Systems for a long time! 😍 📦
Crossing the finish line of the 2025 Tour of Britain Queen Stage to the Tumble, Abergavenny
Anyway, for one reason or another, I have been watching Australian footage of the Vuelta a España (mostly while on the indoor trainer) which means I’ve been exposed to Australian commentary—occasionally hilarious—and also Australian TV Ads.
Which, to my surprise, haven’t bothered me at all, in spite of their universally banal nature.
Nobody likes having their TV viewing interrupted by Ads (except kids, who lap it up) and while the British Ads make the Giles Ego Construct 📦 want to smash things with hammers, the Australian ones just make it chuckle.
Why is that?