Britain's cities, says Jeremy Clarkson in The Sun, are in a state of civil war. On one side are cyclists, who think that "thanks to the environment and the polar bear", the roads are theirs. On the other are motorists like him. "Well, on the basis that it's a good idea to know your enemy... I bought a bicycle."
He paid £300 for it. The man in the shop "also wanted to sell me the stormtrooper uniform. Tights. Lycra shorts. And some gel for my gentleman undercarriage. Obviously I rejected all of it, and even his offer of a helmet." Clarkson's cycling attire is jeans, a T-shirt and a jacket that says on the back: "Motorists. Thank you for letting me use your roads."
Riding his "two-wheeled branch of the Labour Party", he discovered that while Britain in a car is "basically flat", on a bike "it's the Alps". This means he's often late.
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"Still, I reckon I'm saving about £80 a day on taxi bills and fuel, which I'm spending on drink. This is the best thing about cycling. You don't have to stick to water because you're driving. And you don't have to worry about putting on weight either, because you can pedal it all off afterwards. I'm enjoying that a lot. Cycling is turning me into an alcoholic."
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I hope these translators were well paid. By the end of last year, Dan Brown's books, including The Da Vinci Code, had sold more than 200 million copies, while the two Tom Hanks film adaptations have grossed about $1.25bn between them. In The Daily Mail, AN Wilson calls the latest one "twaddle". But "at least it's entertaining twaddle", he says.
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"Can you believe it? A scrawny, 20-year-old, edgy-looking supermodel being touted as the next Kate Moss has been snapped dropping a suspicious-looking packet of white powder," says Alison Phillips in the Daily Mirror. "There could be an entirely innocent explanation, of course, but there has been such hysterical reaction that Cara Delevingne risks losing lucrative modelling contracts and has jeopardised her career, just like Kate Moss when she was pictured taking cocaine eight years ago.
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