The Typing Person (or TP as she's known to her legions of fans) first sprang into action over a decade ago, rattling the keyboard with aplomb (whatever one of those is). Just think of all the Free Small Ads she has typed since then; dozens every day; hundreds every month; thousands upon thousands every year. It all adds up to One Heckuva Lot.

As a result, TP can get a bit snippy when people do strange things like forgetting to put any contact details on their Free Small Ads, or when they send the same Small eighteen times in one week. The wrath of TP is to be feared, because she could always mis-type the price of your BSA Gold Star as £350, for instance.

But TP has a kind, gentle and loving side, one that is best nurtured by regular applications of (variably) gin and tonic, shortbread biscuits or Caramac. Or Galaxy. Or any sort of white chocolate.

In recent years TP's adventures have been immortalised in comic-strip style, where Allan The Artist struggles manfully to capture the essence of TPness and render it in ink. (Some people think he has a problem drawing feet, but they've never seen TP's feet so what do they know, eh?). Inevitably in these adventures TP and her clothes become separated revealing yet more of TP's fabulous assets.

And you thought this was about bikes, didn't you?