Sid and Doris are not what you might call sentimental people. Not big ones for cats, dogs or babies.
But over the years we have acquired a few mascots…
From left to right, the members of The Collective are:
The Beav, also known as B.V.Boy. The Grand Old Man of the group, he leads while the others work. It’s a tough job, but somebody’s gotta do it.
Mifter Bat. Fabled for his ability to hear the highest notes, he has recently become a specialist barbershop mascot. He has an unfortunately scatalogical sense of humour (he thinks places called Pratts Bottom are hysterically funny), and is known to emit tiny but horribly powerful bat-farts.
Mister Rabbit. His whirring ears are able to prevent disaster at short notice. His speciality is stage rallies and also sailing. He is a demon on a surfboard and his motto is “Hang 6!”
The Silk. Every pop group needs its drummer and every collective needs a dim but muscly dude who can be fooled into doing all the hard work. The Silk is one of those. He is highly motivated by collecting stickers and will do almost anything if there is a chance that he could be awarded a Badge. He has a special collection of Lucky Stones (which regularly get evicted into the garden by the others) and he is renowned for knowing a thing or two. Please don’t challenge him on this as he often forgets the second thing in his attempts to remember the first.
On the run-up to the EuroEpic trip, the Silk got hold of a copy of Geraint Thomas’s book on long-distance cycling, and now “G” as he is universally called, is his hero. The Silk would like to be called “S” to emulate him, and he tends to use this monniker if he wishes to offer us advice on our cycling.