Wednesday, August 08, 2012  Long socks, yellow shoes and elbow
covers  If you understand the title, then you'll know that
today's topic is the Olympics.  Living in a country not my 'own'
has given me a renewed interest in this four yearly event as the
two television channels we get access to feature Brits (yes,
push aside the guy who broke the world record and interview the
sixth-placed Londoner) and everyone else (freebie Eurosport
channel interspersed with adverts for colleges in Qatar and the
Russian railway system).  Aussie jingoism is non-existent and
the only glimpses we get is what we glean online or if they make
it into a final.  Still, I'm addicted. Seeing the best in the
world get their ten, twenty seconds or three minutes of fame is
intoxicating and I'm a sucker for any medal-winner who cries
with joy, is related to a zany parent or demonstrates an unusual
display of humility.  Apart from an interest in honed bodies and
zero percent body fat, I've noticed that, similar to the big
label fashionistas