As someone with a fear of sport, I have been watching the Olympics with a cautious interest, like a climber testing the strength of the next foothold with a tentative toe.
The best thing so far, besides the female athletes' bodies (impressive and strong, not starved and skinny) and the male athletes' bodies (er, impressive and strong), is the fact the Post Office is painting a postbox gold in each medal winner's town. Nothing says you've succeeded in life like a gold postbox in your honour.
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