The girlfriend of the son of the woman who cuts our hair, as she watched the Paralympic equestrian dressage event earlier this week:
Is it the horses who are disabled, or the riders?
The girlfriend of the son of the woman who cuts our hair, as she watched the Paralympic equestrian dressage event earlier this week:
Is it the horses who are disabled, or the riders?
So, Team GB finished the 2012 London Olympics with a magnificent haul of 29 gold medals.
Let’s put that figure into some sort of perspective. If you were to trade each one of Team GB‘s gold medals for an African elephant, you would have 29 African elephants: a sizeable herd in anyone’s book.
If you were to trade each one of the USA’s 46 gold medals for a hairy wood ant, however, you would only have 46 hairy wood ants: barely enough to form a viable colony. And if you were to trade each one of China’s 38 gold medals for a honey bee, their entire lifetimes’ honey output, assuming 36 of them were drones, would be insufficient to fill a packet of Lockets honey and lemon cough sweets.
A herd of African elephants versus a struggling colony of wood ants, or half a packet of Lockets. Just dwell on that comparison for a union-flag-waving moment.
(The least said about Australia’s paltry seven termites the better.)
The Olympic Games are not two days old, and already the Brits are showing a totally bloody typical defeatist attitude:
Granted, we’re having one or two problems with the Olympic venues, but that doesn’t mean they’re totally stuffed, does it, Lord Coe? Where’s your sense of proportion? Where’s your Blitz Spirit?
Imagine if Churchill had said we were stuffed two days after Dunkirk. Old Adolf would have been foxtrotting goose-stepping down the Mall and having us singing La Marseillaise within a week.
We are Team GB! Hear us roar!
Let’s go!
Are the rest of you as fed up as I am with the Olympics yet? They seem to have been dragging on forever. To make matters worse, we were promised a festival of sport, and all we’ve had so far is wall-to-wall soccer and tennis.
I’m thinking of asking for my money back.
As I reported last December, Jen‘s Uncle Frankie had been short-listed to carry the Olympic torch this so-called summer. Yesterday, the clan headed down to Halifax to watch him:
BBC: ‘Sonic weapon’ deployed in London during Olympics
The Ministry of Defence has confirmed a device which can be used as a “sonic weapon” will be deployed in London during the Olympics.