Have you ever noticed how the Olympic Games , like the plot of a Hollywood RomCom turns into pink sugar as it nears its conclusion. Instead of going out with a bang (and there were plenty of those happening in the athletes accomodation block we hear) with the track relays, it all gets a bit silly. The crap events are saved for the last day.

This morning for example, as I eased into consciouness after celebrating my birthday last night, I noticed several good looking, scantily clad young women had taken the floor in the gymnastics hall and were posing, pouting and prancing about in what looked like a dodgy dance troupe's audiion for Britain's Got Talent.

Turned out it was the rhythmic gymnastics.

Since when did hula hooping count as gymnastics?

Perhaps for 2012 we should bring back some of those whacko events that brought us a record haul of medals in 1908. I'm talking about Deer Stalking, Grouse Shooting Fly Fishing and possibly even Servant Throwing.