The Olympics is only a few weeks away and I just can’t get excited.
I should explain at the outset that I don’t much like athletics. Running is fine when you are late for a train, or when you are seven, but the concept of running in a circle for nothing but glory seems a bit ancient to me.
Speaking of which — the javelin. In the olden days when men ate anything with four legs and Mr Smith had not yet met Mr Wesson, I should imagine that a chap with an ability to chuck a spear over a great distance would end up with many wives. But now, watching a gigantic Russian lobbing a stick is really boring……….if only they would release a herd of wild boar into the stadium and the person who speared the most wins the gold medal……………and dinner.
