Scotch eggs and Maxine Peake

It's weird how things link up in your life isn't?  You can go for months without thinking about something, say Scotch eggs for example, then, for no apparent reason you start seeing them everywhere, hear people talking about them and end up buying them: even though you don't actually like them. Or, alternatively, the sudden hightened awareness of Scotch eggs is actually a manifestation of some unconscious desire. 
A kind of similar thing has happened to me recently.  I've blogged before about Maxine Peake and her Beryl Burton radio documentary late last year and yesterday's post about Bolton Clarion is also closely connected to Maxine's world: Bolton, socialism and cycling.
I didn't realise what all this meant until about an hour ago.
My darling lady wife solved the puzzle for me by getting me a CD for my recent 21st birthday.  After realising that we no longer have a CD player plugged in, I've finally got round to downloading and listening to the 1612 Underture by The Eccentronic Research Council which features a certain Ms Peake.
Wonderfully subtitled as 'A folkloric sonic pilgrimage to the home of the Pendle Witches' the recording is essentially poetry put to electronic must with a few abstract a-tonal interludes.  It is rather superb even if I do say so.
But what in the name of Sean Kelly has this got to do with cycling? Well, quite clearly the planets have aligned and instructed me to enter the Pendle Witches Vintage Velo on Easter Sunday.

Never done this ride but I have ridden some of the roads and they're tough.  Entry is limited to 200 and at £14.95 with all proceeds going to The Stepping Stones Children's Hospice and Cancer Research, it's a bit of a no-brainer really.