So, that's it. All over for another 4 years, and less than 36 hours after the flames went out I'm so bored that, at the suggestion of a friend, I've decided to give this blogging lark a go, and after only 3 hours or so wrestling with URLs and suchlike it would appear that I am at last hot to trot!

  Haven't the last two weeks been fantastic though? From the sheer WTF? of Mr. Boyles opening ceremony and BoJo getting himself strung-up, as it were, right through to Eric Idle and the Morris Men, The Who and another whopping dose of WTF? from the closing bash it's been a joy. And all over in less time than it took the athletes to get into the stadium at the big kick-off, it feels to me. My days seem so empty without the action, the emotion, and, as a trainee dirty old woman, Tom Daley and his tiny-weeny budgie-smugglers! :$

   So now I need something else to occupy my time. Am thinking of starting a campaign to have Danny Boyle put in charge of everything that normally bores to tears...the opening of Parliament, the Queen's Chrimbo address...I can just imagine him having her Majesty bursting forth from a giant cracker pulled by Charles and Camilla while the DoE and Prince Edward get down to some serious Twister in the background...hmmm