Jet-setting with BSB’s Irwin and Mossey.
I’ll never forget the look on my twin brother Tom’s, face when I tried to slot his dislocated shoulder back into place down the gym last week. The only time I have heard him scream the way he did was a few years ago when he managed to get a ticket to One Direction’s farewell concert. Anyway despite my extensive medical training (at Scouts I got the badge for first aid AND rolling bandages up), I couldn’t get it to pop back into place, so we carted him off to A&E where the pros put him to sleep (they probably couldn’t stand listening to him screaming like a girl either) and put his arm back where it belongs. It’s all fine now, he blames it popping out on an old injury but I keep telling him that’s what happens if you try and keep up with me in the gym.
Unfortunately, though, I can’t really take the mickey too much as I’m currently wearing a big plastic strap-on boot that the same A&E department gave me after I had a little accident on a motocross bike and chipped the bottom of my tibia. It’s no big deal, the bike is fine, the doctors didn’t seem too worried about my leg. I’m not in any pain so hopefully Tom and I will both be able to make it down to the Excel London Motorcycle Show where we are booked in to do some flattrack riding. And that’s looking like it’s going to be a good do; there are already some big names signed up for it… in fact by the time you’re reading this it will have already happened, so I’ll let Tom tell you all about that next month.