The Olympics has seeped its way deep into my day.
A typical business call goes like this:
ME: Hello, It’s HH from blah-de-blah.
ME: Oh wait, Tom Daley and the other guy are about to dive.
THEM: Yeah, we’re watching too.
…time passes, splosh.
ME: Hmm, not sure. (Or other learned judgement.)
THEM: I think little baldy went too soon. Anyway… [Until the next dive.]
Or during an output review:
PEOPLE BASED IN A DIFFERENT CITY: So what did you think of what we did?
US: Er… Sorry, couldn’t hear it. There was too much cheering in the office. It was the rowing.
Then there are the discussions about whether it might be good to hear a teensy weensy wee bit more about stellar athletes from countries other than Britain, even if it means hearing a teensy weensy bit less about someone British who came eighth in a heat. I seem to be in a minority of one on that topic.
There are lots of serious aspects of the London Olympics – bad and good. Don’t mention the branding police, for instance. Or one of the sponsors in particular. Ugh! And I feel sad for South Korean fencer Shin A Lam, who staged a lonely protest after she was maybe treated unfairly because the timer malfunctioned. You can see it all here. She’s been given a consolatory pretend medal to make up for it.
Even if an Irish human doesn’t win anything – which they will – Ireland is in the medals already anyway, thanks to High Kingdom. He carried Zara Phillips to a silver in the eventing. Someday Zara is going to have to learn to take those fences herself. She can’t expect Irish Olympians to ferry her around all the time.
The rest of the Loose Bloggers Consortium are barging each other in their desperate dash for the gold medal-winning post on the Olympics today. You can judge who won by scrolling down the right hand side of the screen to their links.