We asked Paul Kimmage what he thought of this year's Olympics. The following sums it up.
- I keep hearing that I should care. I keep hearing that the Olympics still matter.
- I keep being told to accentuate the positive, not the negative, and that we've got great people there and that if the Olympics matter to them, they should matter to us.
- That's fair. But you can't tell people what they should and should not feel. They either feel it or they don't. They either buy it or they don't.
- And I don't.
- I'm not buying Thomas Bach. I'm not buying Craig Reedie. I'm not buying Pat Hickey or Dick Pound or Seb Coe.
- I'd rather have Citius, Altius, Fortius tattooed to my wrinkled penis with a rusty nail than to have anything to do with the Lords of the Rings or their circus. That's why I'm in Portugal this week, not Rio.
- I can't stand Paula Radcliffe and Steve Cram and Brendan Foster and Jonathan Edwards and Chris Hoy and Denise Lewis and Colin Jackson and Michael Johnson, and the incessant cheerleading on the BBC.
- I don't care for Usain Bolt waving his shoes at me. I don't care for Mo Farah tapping his baldy head. I don't care for Michael Phelps winning his zillionth medal.
