I don't think Tommo (it's what it said on the back of his shirt) meant to sound just like Dom Joly but as he came through the surging mass of runners between Charlton and Greenwich on the London Marathon, it was hard to think of anyone else as he shouted into his phone: "I'm at the five-mile point!"
A few seconds later I passed someone else relaying their trials with a weak calf muscle not to their running companion but to someone at the other end of the phone. With the number of runners takin....
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