Meet the family

Now, needless to say I am pinning my hopes on a career in cycling via the vicarious route of futurestar. Of course it does help that he already has the genetic advantages of my outstanding athletic prowess (sadly laid dormant for too many years and now so clogged in cobwebs that it must be resigned to the 'what might have been' folder of cycling history) and his mother's calm, calculating nature (read that as quietly cut-throat). What also helps as I have recently discovered is that his genetic routes stem to a cycling champion - great granddad (deceased) Charlie Powis. How I would love to say that he was my blood, indeed how I could say this if it wasn't for my solemn oath of journalistic integrity. The fact is that he comes from the other side, the cockney mafia that is my beloved's family.

So, behold these recently unearthed pictures of the man in his prime, circa 1930's, racing, winning and posing (even if we're not blood we still share a common bond in 'le department poseur') at Herne Hill velodrome (DON'T LET IT DIE!!!).

I've said it before and no doubt I will say it many, many more times again, futurestar was born to do it.