Why does the Sun go on shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don't they know it's the end of the world,
'Cause you don't love me any more?
The Olympics is drawing to a close after what seems a very short time compared to 2008 in Beijing. Tom Daley took bronze in the diving this evening, adding another medal to what has been a seriously good haul for team GB this year, enough even to rouse me from my usual patriotic languor and instil a little national pride.
There were several track races which didn't involve British athletes in which I prayed Usain Bolt wouldn't win. If not only to break the monotony of the race outcomes in which he takes part, then simply because his success has made him a wanker. I seem to remember times in previous years where he was just the shy, lanky black guy who was making records, but looking at him now, you wonder just how far up his own arse fame has pushed his head. Specifically the post-race posing and declaring himself among other things to be the 'greatest athlete' and a 'living legend'.
"How much of a dickhead am I? Hmm, good question. I'd say about this much"
I get that it's the Olympics and winning medals and defending titles means a great deal but really, however truthful, those are some bold, dickheadish claims. 'Legend' status only really qualifies when it isn't openly acknowledged by the legend themself. Take a leaf out of Jessica Ennis or Tom Daley's book: have a well deserved woop and a cheer, share your condolences with your fellow athletes, then pipe down. That quote which I forget, something about modesty in victory, is probably relevant here.
Oh and Greg Rutherford is a dead-ringer for a ginger Neil Patrick Harris, albeit with less forehead.
Just staying on the crossover theme of things on telly/annoying people, how long will it be before the new Müller Corner yoghurt advert is changed? I'm a big fan of Müller Corner, but now everytime I see them, all I hear is Miranda Hart's terrible voice.
It would help slightly if she was vaguely funny in anything she was in, but I'm not sure even that would save this advert.
On a scale of 'mildly displeasing' to 'really fucking irritating', her dulcet simpering ranks a couple of levels higher than Jimmy Carr's laugh.
It would help slightly if she was vaguely funny in anything she was in, but I'm not sure even that would save this advert.
On a scale of 'mildly displeasing' to 'really fucking irritating', her dulcet simpering ranks a couple of levels higher than Jimmy Carr's laugh.
See if you can say "British classics" and "Apple Pie" in a more annoying voice.
