It’s almost a year before the Olympics are over and while it’s great that they’re coming to London and all that jazz, I’m sick of bloody sportspeople.

Yes, well done for getting up at 5am for 15 years and ‘focusing’ and ‘going forwards’, but so much time on the track or in the pool does render one a little dense. The way they talk, it’s as if they think they’re the voice of God when they sound like a wound-up doll that can only warble a few sentences, staring gimlet-eyed; terrifying. Continue reading →

It’s almost a year before the Olympics are over and while it’s great that they’re coming to London and all that jazz, I’m sick of bloody sportspeople.

Yes, well done for getting up at 5am for 15 years and ‘focusing’ and ‘going forwards’, but so much time on the track or in the pool does render one a little dense. The way they talk, it’s as if they think they’re the voice of God when they sound like a wound-up doll that can only warble a few sentences, staring gimlet-eyed; terrifying. Continue reading →