The circus comes to town

I don't know about you, but I'm already fed up with the Olympics, and there's still more than two months to go.  Why can't we just let things happen as and when - why do we have to trail them over and over again?  Why do we have to dress them up with froth and bubble?  The TV and the papers have been pushing it since the beginning of the year, and the tempo is steadily increasing as the date gets ever closer.  I turned on the TV on Saturday morning for the news - except there wasn't any. Instead we were treated to an hour of a presenter trying bravely to make something out of the arrival of the Olympic flame at Land's End, which clearly wasn't going to happen any time soon and we had to watch interminable pictures of the helicopter bringing it, and interviews with anybody she could lay hands on - turgid wasn't the word.  Although it's not by design, I shall in fact be in Lanzarote for most of the Games, and I can really understand those who have deliberately booked a holiday abroad in order to get away from it all.