It’s the Olympics! Ratta-tatta-taaaa, ratta-tatta-taaa, Olympics, woo! Olympics, woo!
I am recording the opening ceremony so I can watch it this evening, when everybody else is at the pub. And then I’m going to spend all weekend watching it (the events, not just the opening ceremony over and over again, although opening ceremonies of major sporting events are one of the best things in the world. They’re so well-intentioned and friendly and joyful, and also so very odd).
I love the Olympics. Will everything be happening at night, though, or while I’m at work? Timings-wise, it can’t be worse than Sydney, and I don’t remember having to get up in the middle of the night eight years ago. But I may have just forgotten.