It’s been a couple of days since the world was gripped with what in some circumstances would been termed a medical disease, but what Boris Johnson came out with as a term of happiness, Olympomaina.
Even if you don’t give a sh*t about the whole thing, apparently you must get excited from start to finish whether you like it or not, so in what has become the Ooh Sometimes tradition, here is a round-up of the past few days with the occasional f*ck joke thrown in.
First up, the sad news of course, that the Official London Olympic Prostitutes still have not turned up in Stratford yet. This is due to the ladies in red being held at customs and the officials stating that they needed to be “interrogated fully”. So instead of the family friendly STD-ridden filth we were all hoping for, everyone instead watched a pretty light show at the Olympic Park.

They must have practiced walking all day.
The Opening ceremony was enjoyed by quadrillions of lifeforms, all singing, dancing and celebrating the fact that lots of people had come to London to win pieces of metal for effectively choosing going to the gym as a career. Continue reading →







