Well, as it stands, the Olympic medal table has China first, then USA then GB. If Yorkshire was a country, we would be in 6th place in front of Japan, Australia and South Africa among others.
The BNP or whatever they are called these days have had the wind taken from their sails as well, their union flags stolen by mixed race athletes, who apart from the Welsh football tossers and Mohamed Farah, all sang the national anthem. There has been a surge of nationalism, Andy Murray is now British again until he loses, in which case he returns to being a Scot. The overpaid footballers failed again, athletes they might be but the precision and high standards shown by the cyclists and athletes, the sailors and judoists, the shooters and swimmers make them, the footballers, look pretty amateur. If football and tennis are Olympic sports, then get ready for MotoGP, stockcar racing and rugby. And golf, cricket and conkers.
Now I have a suspicious mind, as in, it takes a thief to catch a thief. So what have the Tories been planning whilst our attention has been diverted to happier things than politics and govermnent? What covert methods of extracting cash from the less well of have they hatched now? How much browner has Nick Clegg’s nose got, how much more sore has Cameron’s arse got and how many “new” ideas that really should be common sense, have Labour put forward as an alternative to their previous neo-Tory-Blair-ite garbage policies?
This is John Lewis’s in Sheffield with Sheffield’s own golden girl, heptathlon gold medalist Jessica Ennis plastered all over the frontage. There was a beach weekend in Sheffield as well, the Peace Garden was converted with beach stalls flogging cheap toys and rock, sweets and various bits and bobs. There was a small fairground and the kids thought it was brilliant, the warm weather helping no end.
Strangely, the weather has been conspicuous by it’s absence. Except, when we left Sheffield, it was as dry as a bone but by the time we had got to Sheffield Wednesday’s football ground, just 2 miles from the city centre, there were rivers running down the road, a further 8 miles up the road and into our happy valley and it was dry as a bone again although there were signs that we’d had a proper deluge whilst we’d been away. Ah well.