I should note somewhere too, that like all men of letters, he is dirty minded in the extreme.
When the Liberal party needs a real leader, or when The Queen starts choosing her own Governor Generals, or when Ayn Rand's books are all burned and we need someone to re-write them from memory, The Hon Hamish will have his day in the sun. Until then, you can be sure he will be dressed accordingly for the occasion, and be riding just the right bike for it too. His quiver includes a noble starter bike from Cell Bikes, the Raleigh (pictured) purchased from yours-truly now I don't need it, plus by-proxy possession of a nice ladies chopper, bought for bike polo. Any of a dozen Austrian counts could keel over, at which point another cheque from yet another atomized inheritance, will give him the money for that Pashley Guv'nor he cries out for when making love.
We are truly behooved by your patronage of this little bike blog, your right honourable Hamish.