Watching the Tour De France in Australia means staying up into the wee hours of the morning in an effort to catch the action. If you do, you will be rewarded with the dulcet tones of Messers Sherwin, Liggett and Tomolaris.
As I mentioned yesterday, in addition to earth tremors, the weather is only good for ducks. There is no better way to watch some of the worlds most elite athletes in an eppic struggle whilst kicking back on the couch with a glass of Pinot. Salut!