I accidentally got caught up in flame frenzy last week in Glasgow, I was late going home and as I walked up Buchanan Street the streets were lined with people going berserk as the torch passed by. Cameras and phones were flashing everywhere and people were clambering atop objects to get a clearer view of some nonentity, metaphorically baring his arse in public to promote an event which is no more than another massive fundraiser to rebuild London...again.
Accidentally? Sure, sure.
Dev in failure to come to terms with his irrational flame excitement hell.
DevAdvocate: said:The whole of Britain is buying into this charade that we are all involved, by God they'e even given us Scots some Women's football matches for some bizarre reason, we should duly tug our collective forelocks and be grateful for the meagre scraps tossed to us from the table which gets bigger every passing year.
I've always said that 80% of the Great British public are imbeciles, this proves it, we are getting the Joan Collins special and some people cannot even see it.
It's horrible, isn't it? The forced jollity, the forced sense of community, the forced sense that this is actually important. I didn't realise that Scotland had been given some women's football. How does that work? I thought this thing was being held in London? How weird and pointless and faintly patronising.
But the whole thing will regenerate various communities and the facilities will be used by poor people with bad skin after the event so it's well worth paying all this money to host the thing. I think we're maybe told this every time.
You feel 80% of the Great British public are imbeciles? That feels like quite a generous estimation. At times, I have this figure in the mid to high nineties. What is wrong with people? It rips into me.
Right, I need to head into Cork for the afternoon, thank goodness, otherwise I can see that this might develop into a full-blown rant. Lucky escape, Dev, lucky escape.

