Justin Hughes

Having joined the MAMIL (middle aged men in lycra) brigade in recent years on my bike around Richmond Park, I have been fairly slack this year due to a couple of training injuries.

First I fell over, broke my collar bone and knocked myself out whilst racing a mate to Richmond Bridge just after midnight one day - there may be some correlation with a rugby international earlier that day and some tasty beverages. And then more recently I knocked myself out and broke my collar bone (plus some ribs this time) during an argument involving a beach, a power kite and me, which the beach won, ably assisted by the power kite.

In a final twist, Nick Grecian is significantly in my debt, due to a selfless act of bravery on my part earlier this year, when I saved his boyish good looks, spray tan and hair gel from damage, by unwittingly placing my forehead between him and an inbound clay pigeon fragment.
 
My background was as an RAF pilot, and when I'm not falling over hurting myself, I run a training consultancy business - having reached mid 40s, I'm now starting to get optimistic that I may be able to avoid ever doing a proper job.  I also help Susana with her lingerie retail business, although I am not quite as practically involved as I might like to be.  Looking forward to not breaking any bones and raising some money for a great cause.