I don't watch a lot of television. Television chez Heitler does not work well and nobody much cares. Now, however, I'm panicking about getting aeriel fixed or whatever it is I have to do. There can be only one reason for that. The Olympics.
I am a shameless Olympics junkie. Always have been. Every other year (since the Winter Olympics went to an alternate cycle and confused me), I embark on a marathon telly watch. Almost anything will be grist to my mill as I sit poised for the next event. Food, sleep, and work become things to be fitted in around the round robin section of lightweight judo or the kayak qualifying. Boxing, football and hockey bore me a bit, and luckily there is always enough of those sports to allow basic bodily needs to be tended to.
Not being the sporty type myself, I'm hugely in awe of anyone who is. My utter ignorance does not stop me from becoming an instant expert in rhythmic gymnastics. "Tsk, they'll lose points there" I mutter knowledgeably as a ribbon flutters slightly out of sync with other ribbons.
Since the UK is hosting this year, there are several other enjoyable treats in store. We lived in London for years, so a lot of the event venues are going to be familiar. Always fun. Having worked in Whitehall, the prospect of beach volleyball taking place in the hallowed grounds of Horseguards makes me giggle.
I'm also looking forward to the commentators wittering about Britain's medal tally. The BBC have somehow managed to snag Michael Johnson as a commentator and he is fantastic value. An over-excited Brit turns eagerly to Michael and asks what he thinks of our prospects in some athletic event. "Can he/she win gold?". Michael is always polite, but usually deflating, pointing out that the he/she in question will be lucky to make it to the final.
I do worry that there will be a tendency to swap away from someone about to set a world record in something in favour of watching a plucky home hope failing to fulfil their potential, but only time will tell.
Can't wait. Must fix telly.