Farewell to the game

 

I’m glad the Olympics are over.

There, I’ve said it. For two bloody weeks we’ve had people talking about how proud they are that somebody won a medal at dressage or sailing or some-such nonsense.

I’m also glad to see the back of the word ‘Great Britain’. We aren’t Great Britain, we live in the United Kingdom. We haven’t been Great Britain for ages. Also it’s worth highlighting that Great doesn’t mean fantastic or super or smashing. It means large.

Specifically bigger than Brittany in northern France.

(For a more informative rant please watch David Mitchell on soap-box).
Beware of politicians and their ilk using the words ‘The Great British People’. It’s stupid and leads only to switching off the brain.

Anyway, the sad thing about the games finishing is that I shall no longer be able to watch Womens Beach Volleyball on TV.

This is the only sport for me now. I say sport but of course I mean something else.