Schlock, horror - the games are coming to town
Yes well, you'd be cranky too if your town was about to be swamped by the Commonwealth Games and all attendant acolytes (aka athletes).
It is bad enough living in a country where being able to spell antidisestablishment is regarded as appalling and utter dingbat fruitwits (being a mummified mummy my vocab has been dry cleaned recently so as not to traumatise the toddler) are regarded as role models. I loathe sport, I really do.
Sorry SC, I realise the pic you use on your blog is of a rugger chap. But at least you had the good sense to behead him. Very Henry Vlll.
And I am not being a raving anti-monarchist. No disrespect is meant to Her Maj.
I simply don't see the point. I am prepared to be flexible and even emotional about the Olympic Games which is a far better representation of the global village (and in some less salubrious cases, the innovative uses of horse steroids). The Commonwealth Games just seem so second rate.
I really can't see the point of beating your chest and making He-Man like noises when we beat Canada at say, swimming. Or when they beat us at, say, curling (truly hilarious stuff). I mean, I am as competitive as the next chick - actually probably more - but world class does actually mean, world class not - oooh, we beat the Tongans.
No doubt I will be regarded as anti-Australian for not salivating at the prospect of the Games hitting our shores in about a week/fortnight ?? But, hey, I was the only kid with a reserved cushion in the school library at lunchtime so I reckon I will cope.