Dom Joly had a piece in my newspaper yesterday about The Olympics and "special affection" for particular contestants. His was a 6 foot 4 inches tall female high jumper from Bulgaria. Purely platonic of course - as I tell my wife whilst watching my own fav - beach volley ball. But Mr Jolys piece drifted into what may happen after the light go off in the Olympic village - all those finely honed athletes letting their hair and perhaps more down!
The Trojan condom adverts of years back took it to hilarious degrees and always "bare" watching. Men are guaranteed to wince at the vault horse
landing
And Jade Goody has cancer?
I thought of all that whilst watching our British heroes disembark and an advert of Dame Kelly Holmes was shown flogging us all a good start to the day by eating our breakfast - or Popeyes spinach or greens if you like.
What do heroes do when the parade has moved on?
Good for you Dame Kelly I thought because of a man called Matti Nykänen. He is an Olympic winner in downhill ski jumper but apres ski?
Oh dear - oh dear. Matti has been in the news for so many other and less laudable reasons since and I must admit I lost sympathy with his plight many a time. But Finland has its gossip mags too and I read them - sort of - they are in Finnish.
I hope to get better at it soon.
I slam the dreaded tabloids here in Britain but do enjoy a good gossip myself. I feel that the media too often take intrusion too far.
Jerry Springer is doing "Who Do You Think You Are?" soon and I plan on watching it.
But the likes of Matti Nykänen and Ms Goody in her plight are meat and drink to the Next Generations of Mr Springer type of show. And these latest versions are ugly and painful to even glimpse - let alone watch.
I would call the shows now "What Do You Think You Are Doing?"
Now to Beach Volley ball re-runs on Youtube!
6' 4" - wow! Even if I am for the high jump from the missus - what was her name again?