The Olympics .....

  Hardly an issue, with me. Having no TV reception and not socialising for more than a couple of hours a week, I'm simply not exposed to it beyond the inevitable picking up that it's going on, through forum posts and such.

 Fine, by me. It has reminded me of how 'Mind Focusing' certain events in such games can be. Such as the Ladies High Jump, Pole Vault, Hurdling.

 And any other event in which the most taught and toned of female midriffs are shown, time and again, from all angles. Even in slow motion! And those bums ....! 

 If ye've Ever got both hands on a bum like that ~ and not got slapped or arrested for it! Ye'll know that I know how fucking good such a bum can feel!

  Yeppers. Happy memories of a by gone life. But, that was my life. And you weren't there. No more than ye were in Jim's, the other day. With Tony, Jim and me.

 We were watching some blokes run some ridiculous, heart and lung destroying distance. Round and round some fucking football field encompassing looking track. My mind was still on the Lady Gymnasts we'd just watched though.

 Then, Tony ~ A big, solidly built, dark skinned, square jawed and brown eyed, middle aged Irishman (One of these days, I must find out what's going on there!) turned round and told Jim and I;

 " I saw a programme about these guys once. Those black guys, from Kenya and where ever they come from, in Africa? Running's all they Do! 

 Because, it's the only way to get from one village to the next. Tens of miles apart. Nothing between them. So, they just grow up learning to run where ever they want to get to. Or else walking would take them all day. Incredible. "

  Jim uttered the suitable intonation of, something like, " My ... well! " Or what ever it is Jim always seems to utter at such input.

 For my part, I gave the information a moments thought and said; " I s'pse they could set up a special triathlon sort of game for the bastards then? 

 They could run twenty five miles. Chuck some spears. Then hide in the dark. "

 Jim gave me the guilty and almost reproachful 'PMSL' look reserved for any such 'naughty' remarks. Tony just seemed oblivious and turned his broad shoulders back to me, as he went back to watching the big TV.

  A good and full thirty seconds later, those shoulders started inexplicably shuddering. They were humping up and down. I couldn't help but notice this, as I was watching the screen over them. I had my hearing aid in, so figured I should here if he was having a coughing fit.

 Then, Tony turned round to face me. His eyes were wet. His teeth exposed in a face splitting grin as he shook and cried with laughter.

  " Fuck me, Ditch! " He gasped. " That one just crept up on me! 'Hiding in the dark'!!! "