I have to say that Cycling Girl was one of my preferred alter-egos. My favourite band once bought me drinks after a gig and told me that they all called me Nice Girl because I had been to see them play dozens of times and never once attempted to sleep with the lead singer. I was too chuffed that they liked me to confess it was because I actually fancied his brother, but considered him miles out of my league due to his Ineffable Mystique.