Asymetric bars

Get out the freaking road ya radge.

Get out the boody way.

We watched Beth Tweddle kick the lower bar in her qualifying routine but still qualify. ( i think it was a secret part of her routine that added to the degree of difficulty. I mean, it would have been much easier to miss it!)

But the thing that gets me is those blokes that dive in and about the poor lassies’ feet in case they fall off

It’s my contention that it’s not despite these crazy guys that they fall off it’s because of them.


You didn’t see that big British lass, Becky Downie, using one of those ‘catchers’ – she’d have flattened the poor gadgey. And she never fell off.

Point proven!

The highlight of the competition was listening to that female English commentator (Christine Still) willing, really willing, the French to fall over on every piece of apparatus so that England could qualify.

The sense of hollow compliments as time and again the French did a bit better than they needed to was hilarious.

“Yes (I suppose) that was very good (bitch)” She’d proclaim through teeth more gritted than the M8 in a snowstorm as another French burd got a 14.3 or thereabouts.

“We only need one of them to have a cardiac and the English are through.” she said at one point. (Nah, she didn’t but she might as well.)

‘olympic’ for whatever.

I’ve always loved the word ‘repechage’ but thought it was a hard word to fit in to day-to-day chit-chat. And let’s face it most of you ain’t got a clue what it actually means.

But it is an Olympic buzz word and it’s a word I’ve been mulling over a lot in my mind since Monday

So this, dear reader, is what it means.

It means…being crap but getting another chance.

The Phelpedo

Michael Phelps kept me up late tonight but got the first of his eight attempted golds, with ease.

George Bush was in the crowd waving his flag like a total asswipe.

I’d so love to have said he looked like a total retard but I know I’d face politically incorrect shit and stuff. So I won’t. (But he did. You had to be there.)