Malcolm seeks to spend the next fortnight avoiding all things Olympic.
Bit difficult in London at the moment.
Made far, far worse by large proportions of every respectable newspaper taken over by the topic. He hates to think what the sports-vest-fest is like in the less respectable papers.
And, of course, much has relatively little connection to “sport” as it is generally experienced in Britain. Take “synchronised” diving, “synchronised” swimming … and similar abortions. Why are these sports and a leggy chorus line not?
So, somewhere in there came a recollection. Here it is: