Watching the games

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Not writing about myself has given me time to watch television. It appears the Olympic Games have started. Did you see the opening ceremony?
All those fireworks! Just think of the money that must have cost. But where was the bonfire? And the ‘Guy’? Talk about spoiling the ship for a ha’porth o’ tar.

Of course I understand why all the ‘world leaders’ had to be there: every last one of them a former athlete of international standard. And at the party afterwards, Vladimir Putin gave a spirited rendition of that old jazz classic Georgia on my mind.

I’m so glad the security people managed to prevent any unpleasantness from those malcontents who threatened to disrupt the games. Just because some people are starving, being oppressed, imprisoned, blown up, or whatever – that doesn’t mean you can’t have an athletics meeting, does it?

Oh, I have just heard Doris Day assert that they’ve “…got more life in Deadwood City than the whole of Illinois”. Can that really be true, Mr Adams?