Speakeasy is full of exciting, energetic young people. No, really.
To prove it, here’s one of the editors at our Scottish office, Alex Insch:
Between the twin shocks of both Manchester clubs losing their respective New Year matches, you could be forgiven for missing the news of my retirement from football. The announcement that I was hanging up my boots was met with little fanfare, with my last match being a particularly violent pre-Christmas game of fives. I did, at least, go out with a bang – scoring a hattrick of volleys and coming away with a thigh-length bruise.
The reason for my departure from football is not completely due to my inherent lack of skill, but because I have decided to turn over a new leaf and dedicate my legs to cycling. (see picture, to enjoy legs)
The seed was planted in my mind a couple of years ago, when I stumbled upon the television coverage of the Tour de France. Captivated by the initially incomprehensible tactics and dizzying speeds, I eventually got round to buying myself a road bike, and swapped my football shorts for lycra.
With the motivational help of some friends in the sunny southwest, I am currently trying to wring whatever enjoyment I can out of Scotland’s two hours of weekly winter sunshine, and can be seen teeth-chattering and arms flapping by any number of Tayside level crossings – all in the name of ‘training’.
As my 2012 calendar rapidly fills (I have two sportives, a jaunt to the Western Isles, a trip to the Pyrenees and a John O’ Groats to Lands End attempt pencilled) I will become obsessed with weight reduction and aerodynamics; chances are, if you see me sat at the edit suite with a furrowed brow, I am merely weighing up the pros and cons of shaving my legs.









