Boris Johnson stuck on a zip wire, amazing.
Laughing with Jake about how England’s basically the Mr Bean of countries, bumbling about and getting it all wrong with it’s North/South Korea mix-up.
“No don’t invite Britain, it’s a right useless plonker!”
This whole Olympic thing makes me feel queasy, it’s like a glorified Sports Day, giving me flashbacks of tripping over my own feet and crying in the mud.
Really hope one day us clumsies get a sport of our own, I can’t remember anything more esteem-shattering than P.E. lessons.
Of course being a bit thick or uncreative is fine, it’s just those bastards who can’t catch a ball you’ve got to watch out for, because it’s totally acceptable to humiliate unfit children (Hairy Dieters struck a chord tonight).
Guess I’d be less bitter if schools had an Arts Day, complete with little medals and departments that weren’t falling to bits.
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