Forgive me for going against the mood of the nation, but I’m glad the Olympics are over. Yes, it was nice to have people smiling and positive for a change and actually talking to each other nicely instead of just bitching about ‘this government and this weather’ but even so…
I just spent two weeks feeling disinterested while people who have an unhealthy love of sport tried to convince me it was worth watching. Philippa bored me to tears with her explanations of the badminton, Ted made me suicidal going on about archery, and some weird Greek guy on the bus to work tried to engage me in conversation about handball. Thank God the Love Machine was only at the garage for one day because if I had to sit on the bus with him again I would probably have thrown him out of the window…
I’m still trying to work out how the BBC managed to show 12 hours of sport a day on four different channels when there was only 15 hours of sport a day in total.
There wasn’t even anything worth watching on the other channels because ITV just gave up and put crappy repeats of ‘Poirot’ on.
In the end I spent any time when there was an ‘important’ Olympic event on either watching a film or cycling. When ‘Team GB’ was competing both the roads and the cinemas were empty. And for that, I truly am grateful, and I hope we bid for the Olympics every year..
RC 15-8-12
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