I'm totally hooked. It's overtaken porn. Instead of staying up until 4am watching dubious sites, I'm pouring over time trial splits, constantly pressing the red button to keep me up to speed with the fencing. I'm replaying small videos of the athletes interviews with inspirational music. I'm freeze framing Clare Balding and just gazing at her hair, which is a cross between a representation of the Beijing Olympic Stadium (Birds Nest) and Donald Trump. I'm totally gone. I love her and The Games.
I love Olympic breakfast at 6am. I love the red button and all the sports, i love the round up show at 10.30pm and i love the reruns on Eurosport. I love the medal table and how we are updated every 5 minutes when GB move up. I love the 24 page pullouts on all the papers about the Games. I love the Radio commentary of the events, i love the terms in some of sports. flunging in fencing for instance. I love everyone talking about it and i love that even the most sceptical negative bastards are buzzing about it.
It's totally perfect for an addict because there's just more of everything, It's on All the time and it's quick. One sport is done and then it switches to another one so you quickly get your fix.
And then of course you have the GB medalists. That's the money shot. If anyone gets remotely near a medal it;s like the nation, crowd, commentators have hoovered up the biggest line in the world and lit up like a fire cracker. The surge of adrenaline and emotion is huge and totally grabs you. Incredible.
I've already had goose bumps for the rowing, the cycling, the road race, the time trial and today i got it for the Judo, Canoeing, shooting and of course the Velodrome track cycling.
I listened to it on the radio and it is totally awesome. Very moving. They constantly switch between action so it's so fast and emotion laden.GB won 2 golds and 2 silvers in a matter of minutes and it was madness. Commentators shouting with emotion and painting incredible scenes.
One medal won, then another - bang, bang, bang. One after the other. It was literally an orgy of medals. I felt like John Leslie in a Girls school. It was amazing. What a rush. You know when you're a kid at Xmas and you get so many presents you don't know what to open first. It was like that. Spoilt. But you want more.
Judo? Judo for Christs sake. The British girl who lost her mother recently beat the favourite surprisingly to claim silver and everyone went mad. The commentary made Judo sound like Watership Down meets Independence Day, then it was time for the Clay Pigeon shooter to win gold, then the canoeists getting gold and silver. All minority sports and all in the spotlight. Superb Olympic moments. The Radio made you want to run through walls afterwards. I had to contend myself with a traffic jam. I felt like running on all the bonnets and cheering, though the Police car in front of me and the big trucker behind possibly wouldn't have shared my joy. #buzzing.
Within an hour it was the turn of Chris Hoy and the track boys to deliver a thrilling gold in the team sprint. This is a mental race. 3 riders pegging it round the track as quick as they can in a total of 42 seconds. It's cycling equivalent of a hard on. Fast and furious. GB won gold and a world record and totally pissed it. Another thrilling moment. They even played the Chemical brothers tune made especially for the Velodrome. London 2012 is turning out to be a real class event. After the thrones of Hampton Court yesterday they went for the pills n dance of Chemical Brothers today at the Velodrome. Classic. Lets hope the cyclists go nowhere near the pills. We'll leave that one for the Chinese team (apparently)
It does prove the Games are a great spectacle. Participating is important, but nothing gets people pumped and interested more than winning. A gold medal. As Sir Mod, The Wiggins or as the nation now calls him 'wiggo' said yesterday. 'Whats the point in having loads of medals if they're not the right colour'. Arrogant but in a good way and total class.
Lets have some more GB. Who knows I've become such a cheerleader i may even start referring to them as TeamGB and I'm definately going to ask Clare Balding to marry me. If only to see her hair in bed. I'm fascinated. It's a magnificent haircut and one she should be proud of. She's made her family, her friends, her country proud with that magnificent barnet.
Donald Trump can fuck off. GB are taking over now and Balding has pissed all over Trump. And if that's not an Olympic sport in 2016 i want my money back
Bring on Day 7 people, Addlington's in the pool. The Rowers are out in force and Balding's anchoring Friday evening viewing. What's not to like about London 2012? I love you Clare Balding & London 2012
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