I joined Gary Kemp’s new band.

My friend Bertie Miller cycles a few laps of Regents Park every Friday morning with a band of like-minded enthisiasts including Gary Kemp. He invited me to join them and, since the sun had got its hat on this morning, I did. I soon discovered that the sun wasn’t the only one with its hat on. My fellow pedallers were very seriously attired. State-of-the-art helmets, blue mirrored sunglasses and quite a lot of Lycra were all present and correct. As I set off around the Outer Circle in just a plain T-shirt, old shorts and trainers, I was surrounded by the swish logos of Rapha, Volero and Di Marchi. But then, I should have known. If Gary Kemp was involved, it was always going to be about dressing up.