Oh yes, the Olympics. Questions, questions.
Are our druggies faster/stronger than their druggies? Do world records mean anything these days? What new 'sports' do we have to tolerate this time?
And will the BBC overdose itself on coverage? (Looks like it, from the tv schedules.) And why do they employ all these inarticulate ex-athletes? And will Sharron dress provocatively to cover the swimming? Do bears defecate in the forests?
How long will Sue's facelift endure? (At Wimbers, it sort of disintegrated during the second week - something to do with the botox, I think.) But Hazel will be unbearably perky every breakfast-time.
Will girning Andy win a medal for Scotland?
It all starts on Friday. Happily the forecast is for rain.
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