With a little imagination I could probably compile a lengthy list of things I'd rather not do. At the apex, or should that be pinnacle, would be the thing I've been ranting on about for weeks.
I just spent six hours at the bl**** Olympics. It was as bad as I thought. I had no choice, it's my job. But for sheer boredom I could probably not compile any list that was worse. Is it ever going to be over? Have I died without noticing and this is hell? Yet everyone one of the other 50,0000000 people seemed to be having a good time. Maybe it's just me shouting pointlessly like Canute at the advancing waves.So tomorrow it's back to editing. Some people might find that boring but not me. Maybe I should get out more and discover a life, but if that life requires me to sit in a crowded arena surrounded by so much noise I can't even hear myself think, paying criminally high prices for food since the sponsors have arranged that we can't take in more than a mouse would leave behind and then spend hours getting back on roads that weren't designed to support twenty cars per square inch, I'll just stick with the one I have.
Here's where I'm going tomorrow. There aren't a lot of palm trees in London but when I find them, it's me and a six pack. Can't wait.