Rocks Around And Thinks That He's The Toughest

When I'm not pondering the big issues of the day (see below), I suppose it's fair to say that I move in better circles, lead a more exciting life, and breathe in a more rarefied atmosphere than you do. There's no point pretending otherwise. Men want to be me, women want to be with me.

And yet, every now and then, even I feel pangs of jealousy for the achievements of another. Any of you who have read this blog for a long time will know that I have one great unfulfilled (and never to be fulfilled) ambition.

So imagine the horror when a friend casually mentioned to me the other night that her brother is going to compete in Beijing at the Olympics. How dare he? It is I, Papmeister, who longs to be an Olympian! His sister, let's call her Alex, didn't seem sufficiently excited about it for my liking. He is going to be an Olympian! Someone should tell her what it means. I would have, but I found myself temporarily struck dumb with vague feelings of envy and hatred. 

Even worse, he isn't competing for his country of birth but for another after this country deemed him not good enough to get into our team at his chosen sport.

Surely there is a small country, somewhere in the world, that would accept me as a team member in a sport where they have no representation. All genuine offers will be considered.

Posted by: papmeister at 16:10 | link | comments (2)