I would like to congratulate whoever it is who has organized today's procession of the Olympic torch through London. It can only be described as a fete of comic genius. Watching a succession of happless British 'personalities' attempting to half jog through a snowstorm while carrying a burning flame which inevitably kept extinguishing itself is so entertaining that I have just run further than ever before on the treadmill in the gym because I was so engrossed I forgot the time.
Special mention also to the billions of police runnning about brandishing their truncheons in what is surely some kind of bizarre tribute to Benny Hill. I have lived in London for most of my life and now I understand why it's becoming a more dangerous place. The police are too busy camping it up for the Olympics to care about the less showbiz side of crime - you know, the boring old rapes and murders and muggings.
This flame-in-a-snowstorm fiasco is almost as hilarious a concept as believing that people will happily gloss over years and years of the worst form of human rights abuse in order to watch sporty people run around a field and pat each other on the back when they receive a medal for doing the above. I am proud that the people of London aren't prepared to let this go without kicking up a fuss.