Sunny Sun Day

I still say we should have dug a trench and floated it off while we had the chance.

Why won't you just organise yourself into a seamless piece of prose, complete with reverence and wit. Do I have to do everything round here?

In 23 days a whole new world of pain is going to come crashing down on top of me. I do these things for sport, right? Still, to continue with the analogy, I expect to be severely undercooked going in, but one must peak at the right time. Maybe some light training between now and then will get me over the line.

Fairplay Mary and Derval, performing when it counts. Shameful, shameful bronze it may be, but it's more than the boys are bringing home. Is the confidence brought about by the Celtic Tiger years breeding new levels of success? Are we no longer a nation of semi-talented no-hopers? Do we really, honestly, possess that deep in our bowels belief that makes Australians such ruthless competitors? Have our spines turned to steel at last? One can only hope so, for there's nothing quite like a disappointed medalist to spur us all on.