so we were all made to forget about the yawning chasm of post-Olympic sadness in our hearts by a ceremony seemingly tailor made to make a DiSer furious.
no gentle awakening from a lovely sixteen day dream, no parachute back to earth. a terminal velocity faceplant into reality.
I was ranting on FB, and a friend pulled the old YEH AS IF YOU COULD HAVE DONE ANY BETTER card on me.
oversized papier-mâché athletes - operated by teams of games makers - moving in slow motion to 'Chariots of Fire'.
one-up already. let's crowdsource this one.