London 2012 was probably the least patriotic I've ever felt, I know it's partly on me for being a cynical cunt but I fucking hate athletics anyway, and everything about it from the union jack waving to the obsessive medal counting and sebastian Coe (I HATE sebastian coe) filled me with revulsion. Oh Igor, you watching the rowing final? tarquin fetheringham-debussy has a real chance of a silver! Mate I hope he drowns.


Yet during England test matches I get horny at mostly posh cunts dispatching our old colonies to all ends of the ground so I'll admit I lack consistency.