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I think I'm in love :icon_lol:

I can't believe it's not better.

No, go on, we won't.

Best opening ceremony, too. Korean Fried Dove anyone?

It was phenomenal. Frankie Fredericks' ran 19.68 and was still nowhere near him.

I try to ignore threads where Stevie's blatantly angling for a platform for him to bash the usual people and for people to have a pop at him. Ah.

Happy birthday mate.

Was he kind enough to give a reach-around? What a guy. He took me on the half-volley. Back of the net!

I have a feeling that, at some point, he benefited from one of those rules (possibly at the World Championships rather than the Olympics?) where the reigning champion in each event was guaranteed qualification above and beyond the three athletes from each country. Could be completely making that up though.

Cracking shag too.

Tickets to some of the days of next year's World Athletics Championships in Berlin. Rather bizarre having to book these things 12 months in advance...

Never was a truer word spoken.

Our system = OMG they might not come last send them! In fairness we don't anyone within a Olympic mile of her in her event/events do we? Not really. I reckon Mara Yamauchi could spring a surprise and grab a medal, but more because the potentially difficult conditions will suit her than because she's world-class per se.

Milan is to Italy as Hamburg is to Germany. Well, sort of. Then again, I don't like Munich or its people much and they wouldn't call themselves average Germans either. They totally are, mind.

Damned if she does and damned if she doesn't, as usual.

I'd be a total spelling/grammar/retardedness fascist if I were in charge of recruitment to any extent.

Seems only reasonable. I'd have had the kid detonated in a controlled explosion, that'd learn 'em.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heil_Honey%2C_I%27m_Home

Oy vey!

Sounds like paradise. It would be if there weren't so many German students ruining the place.

Seriously though, I do like a wee dram from time to time, but I'm no expert. There's a place back in Mainz called Kamin that has a roaring fireplace in the middle of the room, a list of whiskies as long as your arm and a gnarled old proprietor who'll happily talk you through them all. Lovely stuff.

Not a patch on JK Rowling. Did some canny stuff though.

I bet you do, I bet you do.