We love the glory, don’t we? (Well, Backside does, although I couldn’t possibly comment.) No wonder we won so many skirmishes in far-flung places over the years. The Olympics are our chance to relive those special moments when the rest didn’t like it up ’em.
But hang on. While all that gold was being squirrelled away, the Team GB footballers were doing what they do best – losing on penalties. So seein’ as ‘ow there’s another week of the Games to go/enjoy/put up with/deplore, there’s definitely enough time for GB to revert to type, displaying crass stupidity in front of goal (as it were), snatching embarrassment from the jaws of pride and landing the organisers in the quick-sand of a badly-sited beach-volley court.
Mark my words. There’ll be tears before bedtime. It’s a tradition.
Boadicea's Chariot 
I watched the penalty shootout thingy, after the success of Ennis, Rutherford and Mo just minutes before I can imagine the disappointment,
Fortunately, down here, we have no great expectations, if our lot come home with what they’ve won so far we’ll be pleased, anything else will be a bonus!
PS I’ve just read Reuters report that Boris has referred to GB’ “glutinous” desire for gold. Didn’t they mean “gluttonous”? The damned spell-checker did it again. 😮
So the overpaid professionals of the Anglo-Welsh football squad blew it, did they? Par for the course. Perhaps they should try surviving and training hard on hand-outs from the Lottery fund like the real athletes.
Kiss-ball wusses. They should get this lady to teach them something about spirit and determination.
Morgen, Janus. Six golds from proper athletes while the footballers lose on penalties again and Andy Murray actually smiles for once. And all on the same day!! How good can it get?
If we can just get rid of the incessant musak, the McCartneys (he can’t sing any more and she couldn’t design her way out of an ill-conceived track suit), the DJs, the American-sounding stadium announcers and the inane, dumb, BBC commentaries and interviews, then I might start enjoing the whole circus.
But do you know what’s consistently frizzing my fur? Watching British athletes, in London, being introduced at the medals ceremonies in effin’ French followed by a translation into the language the rest of the world understands. So there!
OZ
Not to mention the closing ceremony 😉
Good morning, Janus,
Strangely enough I was lying ‘a-bed’ ( (c) W Shakespeare) this morning when I felt a strange Private Fraser mood coming over me. It really is all going too well and we are probably doomed. because that’s what happens at the Jock end of the Britishness spectrum.
My personal waking worry was that one of our Golden Horde fails a drugs test. That would really blow the bottom out of SS London Olympics. In the cold, drizzly light of day, I don’t think such a catastrophe will happen, given our track record as a country in vigorously rooting out drug cheats.
Some thing or things will, however go wrong. Whatever it is, this will probably still not outweigh the plethora of things which have, in my opinion, gone so spectacularly right to date. On the bright side, however, it would, at least, give the miserable, torn-faced minority of GB&NI a chance to be almost happy as they rush into ‘I told you so’ mode.
I’m giving up commenting just now. Every time I post one a wicket falls. I’ll wait until the Proteas are batting.
McSulk has beaten Federer in the singles final. Oh, C*ltic!
OZ
Janus @ #5: The local paper had an article today about an emission of gas from a local refinery. It was described as “a poignant smell”. I thought for sure they meant “a pungent smell” but I looked in the dictionary just in case, and yes it is a good usage at least in this neck of the woods. Quite what it reminded people of I do not know, not roses that’s for sure.
Hee hee OZ 🙂
I received this text at my 17:15
I assumed that Andy and his mam had got a gold 🙂
Is it just me being a old curmudgeonly old sexist – or a sexist old curmudgeon – but I found something extremely distasteful about watching a cute, young girl beating up another girl. (For the record, I was a bit of a boxer in my younger days and still a fan of boxing.)
You are quite right bravo. How to get breast cancer in one easy lesson!
Looks like our adopted Englishman, Andy, will win another gold with his very English partner! 🙂
But she was born in Australia!
OZ
re #8.
Laughing at your curse. 🙂
Oops! 🙂
On the kissball wusses, I’m watching the girls playing hockey (NE-GB) and they’re taking some knocks which would have the average kissballer crying into his over-stuffed wallet. (I have to say, the annual game against the girls’ school was one I did not look forward to as a schoolboy at Dover Grammar – much preferred playing against the Borstal lads…)