Gongs for our golden stars? The London Evening Standard headline.
Didn't one swimmer faint and woke up with a Silver medal?
Hum! I knows how he feels. To faint I mean.
Delayed jet lag I suspect but when I woke up I just had a gold medal headache. Someone outside my sick room using a machine didn't help either!
Gongs for our golden stars = Fords gorgon on stage. Slur.
Ah ha!
Snakes and Kid me pudding? It wasn't a nightmare or a bad hair day then?